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She smiles, heartbreakingly, her face exquisitely lined and expressive. He so clearly favours the young lad, looking him up and down like a prize young bullock, that the sheer heroism of the old heifer deserves medals from every country she’s danced with. He bludgeons and criticises his doughty ballerina - pays her the worst insult after the general rehearsal of saying he isn’t going to bother to give her any corrections, there are so many he doesn’t know where to start. Psychological care to you and me is a howitzer to the balls to Deane, a man who makes even the most ferocious of dance critics seem like amateurs. “You have to look at it psychologically, because you can damage the person rather than build them if you’re not careful with them,” smiles Deane to the camera, and his frankness throughout, almost recklessness about how he came over, does imply that it’s a norm of some kind. Disaster looms, as Deane witheringly lays into her limitations. On steps the company’s resident leading ballerina, aged 38, dreading it. With 20-year-old boy wonder laid on for primetime discovery as her partner, collapse of PR plan.

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The story unfolding as the BBC cameras went in last summer was sheer movie melodrama: glamorous guest ballerina held up by visa troubles from opening night of gargantuan production of Swan Lake in the Albert Hall. Then compare the ballerina characters: Portman miserable, wrung out, almost incapable, mentally unstable ENB’s Daria Klimentová smiling again and again, as Deane kicks her again and again.

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Everyone tries to catch it, to rub it in to their skin and that of their friends, wanting it – and the moment – to last forever.One tells his ballerina she’ll need to masturbate to discover her inner black swan the other one contemptuously dismisses his ballerina as too old, too knackered, past hope. Carlos Clarke captures its crescendo in a joyous tempest of foam, pumped out across the dance floor. Lips lock, tongues dart, fingers probe, hands grasp flesh, in this rite of passage from innocence to experience. Yet in a club, the Hammersmith Palais, this explosion of unleashed sexuality mirrors the same scene in youth clubs, living rooms and public parks across the country. Carlos Clarke, who was sent to board at Wellington College, saw this orgiastic spectacle as ‘a peculiar side effect of a British public school education’, in which access to the other sex is limited to the point of obsession, if not actual sexual persuasion. Such events feature the holy trinity of ‘getting off with’ the object of one’s desire: alcohol, music and easily removable clothes. He had described his native Cork, which he left as a young man, as ‘no place for a libidinous adolescent.’ A quarter of a century later, he found the perfect location to observe teenage lust: Public School Balls. His work would span the genres of fine art, celebrity portraiture, photojournalism and advertising photography his signature style a dark, brooding vulnerability. Serious about his work, he studied at the London College of Printing, where he fell in love with the sensual space of the dark room, and then as a postgraduate at the Royal College of Art.

However, Carlos Clarke was far from one-dimensional. His visual interests – women and rubber, in particular – sealed his reputation as a photographer of erotic images. But, as these images from ‘notoriously orgiastic’ public school balls attest, he was also a consummate photojournalist.” British Journal of Photographyīob Carlos Clarke was a provocateur.

“Bob Carlos Clarke was best known for his impossibly glamorous, unapologetically sexy nudes. The first book published since the death of Bob Carlos Clarke in 2006.

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