
LI: Are we to assume she’s an unknown dancer, then, since you’ve not mentioned her name? Perhaps one injured before her prime?Įlla: No, the very problem is that you surely would know her name, and I mustn’t speak it aloud. Crossing the street, for her, could convey more than the finest speech, and with even more eloquence. One couldn’t help but fall in love with ballet simply watching her.

Might I ask where you trained before that, or perhaps who sponsored you?Įlla: From the time I could walk, I was trained by one of the most magnificent dancers ever to grace a European stage. LI: The Coulon, of the Paris Opera House? One might wonder how an unknown young woman of no means managed such an appointment. I credit him for very little of the style I now use. Officially, I was trained by Monsieur Coulon for two years in France, although he would cringe to see the way I dance now-the man is a staunch classicist. There’s something about the pure symmetry and order, the perfect elegance of ballet that resonates with my beauty-loving heart. As for my background, I’ve always danced, always trained and prepared. LI: Miss Blythe, all of London is curious-won’t you tell us the secret to your most unique, breathtaking style of dance? Who is behind your training?Įlla: The style is my own, discovered when I manage to forget myself and my audience. Let’s see if we can figure out where on earth this mysterious little sylph came from-and why she keeps her secrets so close to the chest.

We at the London Illustrated have a rare interview today with the elusive Ella Blythe, rising ballet star of the Craven Street Theater who seems to have appeared from nowhere this season, and with a most astonishing style.
