Investors should not rely solely on the information contained on this webpage to make investment decisions. Investors should read carefully and understand the relevant fund's offering documents (including the fund details and full text of the risk factors stated therein (in particular those associated with investments in emerging markets for funds investing in emerging markets)) before making any investment decision.
In a post-show note (again, text-only), Rao wrote: “We performed this 10 times in rehearsal. Each time was different. Each time failed. The 10th time, we stopped trying to be beautiful. We were just true. That was the take. DONE10-0.”
What makes Private Tango – Live In HD a landmark is not the dancing itself—though it is, by any measure, ferocious. It is the premise . By removing the audience, Rao removed performance. By removing music, she removed rhythm as a crutch. By going HD, she removed the last veil: mercy.
The “10” represents the ten private viewers—critics, choreographers, and one anonymous collector of performance art—who paid a premium to watch the feed live. The “0” stands for the number of retakes. What you saw was what happened. The first time. The only time. Dressed in a charcoal suit jacket over bare skin (Rao) and a simple white linen shirt (Nair), the duo began in a pool of uncorrected tungsten light. No fog. No filters. The HD format stripped away the usual romance of dance. You saw the salt drying on Rao’s neck. You saw Nair’s knuckles whiten.
By minute eight, both dancers were slick with effort. A stumble. A recovery so fast it looked rehearsed. And then, the final two minutes: a caminar so slow it became a meditation. Walking. Stopping. Walking. Breathing. Until, at 10:00 exactly, Rao released Nair’s hand, stepped back into darkness, and the feed cut to black. The title is past tense. Done . Not Doing . Not Tango . Done .
In a post-show note (again, text-only), Rao wrote: “We performed this 10 times in rehearsal. Each time was different. Each time failed. The 10th time, we stopped trying to be beautiful. We were just true. That was the take. DONE10-0.”
What makes Private Tango – Live In HD a landmark is not the dancing itself—though it is, by any measure, ferocious. It is the premise . By removing the audience, Rao removed performance. By removing music, she removed rhythm as a crutch. By going HD, she removed the last veil: mercy.
The “10” represents the ten private viewers—critics, choreographers, and one anonymous collector of performance art—who paid a premium to watch the feed live. The “0” stands for the number of retakes. What you saw was what happened. The first time. The only time. Dressed in a charcoal suit jacket over bare skin (Rao) and a simple white linen shirt (Nair), the duo began in a pool of uncorrected tungsten light. No fog. No filters. The HD format stripped away the usual romance of dance. You saw the salt drying on Rao’s neck. You saw Nair’s knuckles whiten.
By minute eight, both dancers were slick with effort. A stumble. A recovery so fast it looked rehearsed. And then, the final two minutes: a caminar so slow it became a meditation. Walking. Stopping. Walking. Breathing. Until, at 10:00 exactly, Rao released Nair’s hand, stepped back into darkness, and the feed cut to black. The title is past tense. Done . Not Doing . Not Tango . Done .