...or in the world, I'll bet. This is my ballet teacher, on the front cover of "Dance Teacher Magazine" this month:
"There isn’t a ballet class quite like this in all of New York City. “I am able to teach to different ages and levels, all within the same class, such that a Broadway dancer can be in the same class as a beginner,” says Wildish. She’s developed a devoted following, and it’s easy to see why. Her classes are a mix of rigor and wit. (She gives her adagios names like “Three-Toed Sloth” and “Kale and Lime Juice.”) And regardless of who is in the class, rank beginner or aging enthusiast, she treats them all like professionals."
Yep, that's Kat! I had been taking ballet as an adult for about six years when I found her class, I'd tried out tons of classes, some of them very good, some just boring, some way over my head. But there was nothing like Kat's class. I've been away from New York now for seven years, am taking ballet here in California, but I still think of Kat as "my ballet teacher", her class is still "home", and I still miss her.
Read the whole article here.