Thursday, February 14, 2013

Queen of Dance...

Queen of the modern dance - Isadora Duncan. (Source: lkwdpl.org)
Nope! It AIN’T Queen Danica; although she indeed is the Queen of another type of dance, but we’ll leave that for another day - especially since she’s probably busy with ‘Ricky-boy, albeit traditionally I post my oh so clever ditty in honour of thy Queen upon this most special day of days...


This story instead was inspired by that marvelous ‘lil book I just can’t quit raving ‘bout called: They Went That-a-Way by Malcolm Forbes, and instead I found the following tale about a different sort of dancer most intriguing...

As this Femme Fatale is none other than the long forgotten about stage performer extraordinaire named Isadora Duncan whose exploits probably rank right up there with “Helle Nice”, another prolific dancer of the day, albeit Nice’s death was far less flamboyant...

Isadora Duncan was born in San Francisco on May 27, 1877 - a long, long time ago; as this riske dancer who frowned upon the institution of marriage sired two illegitimate children to two different men, who sadly were both killed unexpectedly in 1913 when the parked, driverless car they were sitting in tragically rolled downhill and plunged into the Seine River.

Duncan did later marry a Soviet poet who committed suicide after she divorced him and herself later tried committing suicide along with being involved in two serious automobile accidents.

Yet this most flamboyant dancer who was credited with the creation of modern dance would be banned from performing in Boston in 1922 due to her thinly translucent costumes she wore upon stage! Yet being more popular abroad, she chose to live in Europe instead.

And according to Forbes, Isadora was known to prance around the streets of Paris clad only in a Roman toga complete with bare legs and sandals; Ooh la la mon cherrie...

On the evening of September 14, 1927, after having spent the evening walking a Paris promenade, the always fashionably dressed Duncan, replete with a long flowing hand painted red silk scarf around her neck, with long tresses of the scarf freely flowing behind her backside climbed aboard a Sports Car she’d previously approached the owner about going in for a ride. And since Y’all have most likely already kerb hopped to the conclusion I won’t make you wait any longer...

Isadora Duncan
May 27, 1877 - Sept 14, 1927
Exotic Dancer killed by scarf caught in Bugatti’s wheel - a racing driver behind the keyboard?

Ah, this is where the story gets interesting, along with reputedly having been misrepresented over ‘N over on that all knowing world-wide-web thingy... As even Malcolm Forbes seems to have fallen foul of this romantic notion that Duncan perished at the fate of a Bugatti Sports Car; as the mystery man behind the wheel that fateful night has since been identified as BenoĆ®t Falchetto who reportedly was of French-Italian lineage, served as an Italian pilot during World War I, sparingly raced automobiles between 1928-35, along with motorcycles and was a mechanic and garage proprietor - of whom Duncan met and reputedly was smitten with, hence the request to go fast aboard the sports car and perhaps other endeavours afterwards...

Yet naturally now I cannot find very much upon the late Monsieur Falchetto whose ‘WICKEDpedia page has been removed ‘N blocked; WTF? And thus I’ll just go off of what Bugatti builder (dot) com reports on its forums page, that instead, the fatal automobile that Duncan met her fate aboard was instead a 1924 Amilcar Grand Sport - naturally, another long lost automobile I’d never heard of before, which were produced from 1921 to 1940 and ceased production afterwards due to something known as World War II.

But back to the gruesome part of the story, eh? As Mademoiselle Duncan climbed aboard for her moonlit evening’s ride, neither she nor Falchetto noticed that her monstrous scarf’s end had fallen outside of the motor carriage and was subsequently caught beneath an open rear wheel, further wrapping itself upon the rear axle and as the car sped away viola! Duncan was catapulted from the vehicle and her neck snapped instantly!

Von voyage mon cherrie...

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