Degas’s dancers don’t just show ballet’s beauty – they reveal a system of sexual exploitation
[ad_1] They draw you in from a distance, promising sheer aesthetic pleasure: pastel tutus, pretty girls. Once you’re there, you look closer. You notice the darkness around the edges; you wonder about the battered foot inside the pointe shoe. Degas’s dancers mesmerise for the same reason as ballet itself. A new exhibition, Discovering Degas, provides…