Crazy Horse
An electric show
Legendary Parisian cabaret, a Mecca for feminine beauty and grace admirers, an entertainment temple, the Crazy Horse plays with the big boys of the Parisian night-life. Highly charged, sensual and aesthetic, its new show, Désirs, will carry you away for an electrifying trip around women.
Amateurs of beautiful women, great show, aesthetes or simply curious to find out what goes on behind the legendary name are some of the many reasons to find oneself at the “Crazy”. It hardly needs to be introduced as its name speaks for itself, the former wine cave has made it to the top of the Parisian night scene, unique through a taste for risk and innovation and a touch of insolence.
Upside Down at Crazy Horse
Once through the doors Avenue Georges V, you are soaked into an exclusive and hushed atmosphere. Red is omnipresent, reflected in the mirrors, covering the velvet of the seats, sofas and carpets. Tables are lacquered, lights dim, there is something of a vanilla perfume in the air. Two golden statues of a Venus with bare breasts give the tone to each side of the stage. The sequin curtains leaves to the imagination the glamour of the show that is getting ready without revealing all its fineness. The guests arrive, champagne is served, the atmosphere is relaxed. The show may start.
When the curtains open, the dancers barge up, breathtaking in their Buckingham guards outfits, revisited by the Crazy: leather ankle boots and fur caps are almost their only array. Along with the drum roll, the girls lift their legs in step. One two, one two. They whirl around, bend over and slide on the stage equipped with a treadmill, it’s a true catwalk. From left to right, from top to bottom, we start reading into the bodies, staring, examining, and observing the tiny details of a neck, a shoulder or an open-back outlined by the spot lights.
Infrarouge
Perched on vertiginous high heels, here come the Filles du Crazy: the ‘creme de la creme’ of glamour dancers. Blood-red lipstick, bob wigs-Pulp Fiction style, you cannot be mistaken. They are the perfect-bodied dolls with a dangerous look who made the reputation of the place. In true comedian style, they play with the audience playing cheeky sometimes, sulphurous sometime. They make their never-ending pins waltz for the pleasure of the men...and the many women in the public rows.
As the show goes on, we admire, we are quiet, we are stunned. First up, the shadow puppet, Golden Eye style: behind a screen divided between three colours, silhouettes appear like cartoon characters, they put on a stocking, a wig or a light tunic, all in the utmost delicacy. Follows a happy ‘But I’m a good girl’, a saucy choreography executed by a blond dancer with legs that do not seem to end. On a Pop ‘art coloured background, under flashing and dazzling lights, a harsh trumpet roars an obsessing jazz air. Acts keep on coming with Teasing, Jungle, Fever, Upside down or Legmania. Decidedly, we cannot get enough of it.
And every night, this starts again. The Filles du Crazy enkindle the room, electrifying everything that meets their path. The pearls that form this elite are borrowed from Russia, Bulgaria or even Australia. Their names? Daizy Blue, Flamma Rosa, Zula Zazou or Loa Vahina, pseudonyms evocative of their characteristic exoticism and energy. Taken straight out of collective fantasies, the strippers disrobe in a manner only the Crazy is expert on: a well-balanced blend of self-assured glamour and overflowing vitality.
By Alice Cannet
Published : April 29, 2010
Photo credit : © Antoine Poupel / Crazy Horse
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