It was Sunday, it was raining, and it was cold in Paris this particular October afternoon. My motivation to find an adventure for the night (you must have one every night in Paris!) had run dry. I needed a little help, and what better help can one have from a fellow Charlie?
Our Lexy sent me an email that afternoon that said:
Hello Parisian Lover!
There is a show in Paris right now that my Russian Clownfriend Vanya is in at the Casino de Paris. It is his family’s show and it is the best thing I have seen in my entire life!! I am dying for you to go see it!! Are you interested?
Am I interested?? I replied with ten different enthusiastic ways to say YES.
My travel buddy and I dressed warmly and hopped on the metro to our destination, warmed ourselves with at a café first, then headed for the backdoor (as Lexy said, “that’s what a clown would do!”). Her friend greeted us and took us through the backstage and into the venue where we found some open seats. Our seats happened to be surrounded by little children, which added to our magical experience. Watching their faces become bright with excitement as the clowns entered the stage made my heart warm.
I had never really seen a show with clowns in them before, but for some reason, I think this show truly captured the essence of a clown. Clowns, to me, have very strong but few emotions – mostly really happy or really sad. Their manner of movement and sound in not limited, though, as they fool our minds with their limitless boundaries: they shrink, they freeze, their voices range from the highest to lowest pitches, language is whatever sound they want to project to communicate with the audience. Slavas Snowshow clowns were worn, imperfect, and tattered. They lived in a world made up of a madman’s dream state. And this was interpretable by all the adults and all the children watching the show! In fact, they were in it too: we were rained on, snowed on, and draped in clouds, then bombarded with giant, weightless balls of color.
I went crazy with my camera. I wanted to capture what it was like without giving the show away. We were lucky to see the last show in Paris, as the following day, Vanya and his family of clowns took off to Milan. How lucky am I to have lovely Lexy send me to this show? See the experience for yourselves here in a little video I made and some shots I took. Put on your clown nose, Charlies, and enjoy!
Lexy Says: I’m so happy Ashley and Kathleen got to see Snowshow and am so in love with the heart and colors she captured in her writeup and the video of her day with the clowns! Slava Polunin, the creator of Snowshow, and his beautiful circus family lead a life where the curtain truly never closes. I had the unique experience of getting to live with these Russian clowns for a while in the outskirts of Paris and I learned what it meant to set the stage in your everyday life. They live in a fairytale and every inch of their handmade world is a living poem. Taking your dreams and turning them into your everyday realities is a way of life that these artists instill and inspire in those they meet. Seeing their show is a sure fire way to color your future with a confetti cannon of true living – the kind you’ve always imagined in your wildest dreams!
Try on a clown nose, dress up in your favorite costume and go see this magical work of wonder at the Royal Festival Hall, London 17 Dec 2012 – 7 Jan 2013