Monday, November 4, 2013

EMAN UNVEILED: A LOOK BEHIND THE SCENES AT THE ATELIER-AND LIFE-OF EMAN ZAKI


 EMAN UNVEILED


 I wrote this story in Cairo, in 2009 as an exclusive for  belly dance publication The Chronicles. Since that was the only place it had ever been published, I thought I’d share it with you, dear readers...enjoy!

 Madame  Eman Zaki is one of the top costumers in the world of Oriental Dance …or perhaps, in the world, period. The name Eman means as much to dancers as   Dolce  & Gabbana or Prada does among a group of serious fashionistas.

 Her designs are fabulous, opulent, and well constructed. Whether the design is a forward-thinking, daring trend-setter or something classic that harks back to the glamour of bygone era, Eman’s costumes are works of art that are uniformly glorious. They are not cheap, but considering the workmanship and beauty, are worth every penny!

Eman today, photo by Tracy Gibbs
Eman’s works of art feature sumptuous hand work, gleaming Swarovsky crystals and amazing draping, which follows the contours of the female body, moves well in performance, and flatter dancers of all shapes and sizes.
Mentioning Eman’s name to a group of belly dancers is likely to start an hour-long conversation full of wishful sighs  and covetous declarations; even dyed-in-the-wool Tribal and Fusion dancers have been caught  red-handed in the act of drooling over one!

Always a fan of Eman’s designs, I owned quite a few before I actually met her. Over the years, we have met at festivals In Egypt and The UK, but belly dance events being what they are, we basically exchanged pleasantries, guzzled coffee and talked shop. It was only a few years ago that we really shared some quality time and got to know each other.

Through the “belly dance grapevine” I had heard  that Eman  and her sister Hoda      ( also an amazing costumer) had been performers before becoming costume designers. In 2009, at Ahlan WA Sahlan in Cairo, Eman broke her “dance silence” and taught a workshop on Golden Age technique and choreography. Intrigued, I signed up for the class immediately and was literally blown away. She bloomed, she shone, and she lit up the entire room and looked so beatifically happy that her enthusiasm was contagious. Her obvious love of the dance, her musical interpretation, innate talent and artistry were so completely evident, that I became totally obsessed with finding out more about her life in general as well as her previous dance career. We made a date to chat at her Dokki atelier, a place I’d already visited numerous times as a customer.

 There is no way to accurately describe the glittery chaos that is Eman Zaki’s atelier, but I will try. The moment the door opens, one is met with a splendid, sparkly sensory overload. Bolts of shiny fabric are lined up against the walls and stuffed into crevices behind doors, dressmaker mannequins draped with material stand in corners; costumes in various states of completion cover every available surface. Finished pieces with dancers names and addresses pinned to them sit in plastic bags piled on the floor.  There are usually at least three dancers being fitted simultaneously, as well as someone waiting for a wholesale order. Little children run through the atelier shrieking, as older kids working as runners arrive, delivering bottled water, soda and cigarettes. Groups of veiled women work at long tables...and couches... and the floor, furiously beading and sewing rhinestones to costume pieces. Eman’s brother and business manager Ali wanders around, the land-line phone glued to his ear; Eman’s sisters Hoda and Nadia are cutting fabric.  Sara Farouk, an English ex-pat and Eman’s trusted right hand, fields numerous cell-phone calls with a mouth full of pins, as she types furiously at the computer.

Eman Zaki in the 1970's
Eman leads me into her parlor, closing the French doors to signal Do Not Disturb and she, Sara and I sit down to chat over a light lunch and some very strong tea, trying to stick to a chronological order.

Eman quite literally has dancing in her blood- and not just because she is Egyptian!  She and her sisters Hoda and Nadia grew up with Oriental dance- their mother, Samira Zad, had been a well-known performer in the 1940’s.     

“My mom was famous” Eman says,

 “She traveled all over to dance! When we were children, we watched old movies on TV, and she would tell us about Samia Gamal, talk with all her love about dancing, then get up and show us a step. She advised us about training.  She was very happy when Hoda and I became dancers, she told us about the importance of training and advised me. My mother told me to hold the music into my heart, and also that the positions of the arms were very important.  She was especially proud when we performed in front of her and did well.”

  Following in their mother’s footsteps, Hoda turned professional in 1975, and Eman, using the stage name Mayssa, (because, as she says,  “My name Eman is something about religion”) began her career in March of 1977.

 “My first contract was in Syria, I was 18 years old. Hoda had started in Egypt, already, and when I began dancing, we would travel together, dancing all over the world.”
 
Hoda Zaki onstage, 1975
Eman’s career dancing abroad ended when she divorced her husband, who had a hotel in Dubai. Her agent didn’t want to make her ex-husband angry, and so she returned to Cairo.

“In Cairo,” Eman says,

“ I worked at the Grand Hyatt (now the Meridien) and was contracted there to replace Nagwa Fouad there for six months.”

 She decided to make the transition to working as a costumer in the late 1980’s, after she had been dancing for about a decade.

“During that time, I wasn’t happy”, Eman remembers,

 “ Because dancers need to hire their own bands, provide the uniforms, transportation…in the end I came up with no money.  I did one last contract in new Delhi on new year’s Eve in 1990… but I had already an idea about making costumes- I had already made costumes for Amani, Sihan Al Amir; and Badi’a, Samraa El Nil… so I decided to build a career.”          
Eman Zaki, 1970's...love the Farrah hair!

 The rest, as they say, is history… she not only built a career, but also set a new standard in the industry, becoming the costuming legend she is today. The entire Zaki family is involved; it is truly a family enterprise. Ali handles the business end, Hoda also has her own line of costumes, and Nadia works in the atelier as well.

Eman’s clients include the top names in Oriental Dance, from around the world. In addition to her ready-to-wear costume line, she also does commissioned work for legendary Egyptian stars.

 “Dina,” Eman says, “Knows exactly what she wants…she tells me, and I make it.  Randa has to see them, she cannot imagine, and Fifi Abdou is like Randa!”

And as for Eman’s gradual transition back to dancing?

“Oh, I missed it all the time!” she replied, very sincerely.

It was actually Sara Farouk who spurred her on to dancing and teaching again, booking a UK workshop for Eman in  May 2008.

“I was very nervous and full of stress!” Eman says,

 “I trained and trained for it!”

That workshop was such a resounding success, it lead to her master class at Ahlan WA Sahlan in 2009.

Seeing Eman in action, dancing and interpreting the music is a joy to behold. She seems to become the music, and, like her costumes, her physical movements are both elegant and playful. She taught Golden Age-style technique and choreography, to the music of a classic  Farid El Atrache song.

  “ It is only Farid El Atrache! I love Farid El Atrache so much!” Eman says,
 
Wearing a glorious Eman at The Mena House
Cairo, Egypt, 2009. Photo by Aleya Bellydance
 her eyes sparkling.

 “He mixes in something Western, his voice is full of love…. it’s also a little bit sexy!”

 When I ask Eman what sort of observations she has about Oriental Dance today, she is full of opinions.

“You show yourself inside when you are dancing! You have to search for music that fits your character, and dancers today, many of them just copy other dancers… you have to care about what you are doing, and be true with yourself!”

 Sara adds,
“There are no rules in Egyptian Oriental Dance, it’s all about being honest or dishonest with yourself!”

 Eman heartily agrees. And though thankfully she isn’t about to stop making costumes any time soon, she does plan on doing more dancing.

“ Dancing makes you happy…" Eman says,

“It’s something beautiful, dancing-it feeds your soul!”


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 Eman’s Website: http://www.eman-zaki.com/

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

DANCERS BACKSTAGE RITUALS PART 18: AMANI JABRIL

Amani with  her band Mazaag:George Sedak & Jonaton Gomes Derbaq


Amani Jabril is a sizzling blonde fireball on stage as well as in “real life”. Though she’d been on my radar for years, I hadn’t seen her dance live until the 2011 Las Vegas belly Dance Intensive. Her two performances, a raucous shaabi number in the evening Pro Show and an uber-juicy Egyptian number on the festival stage the next afternoon raqqed my world…and I wasn’t alone! The audiences for both sets were eating her up and howlin’ for more! 

In June 2013, we met again on board the Queen Mary, as instructors for MECDA’s Cairo Caravan. Once again, her performance blew me away- but even before she danced, I was stalking her…not a difficult task considering her cabin was across the hallway from mine!  Her interpretation of Arabic music is incredible, and she has that hard-to-harness, luxuriously laid back Egyptian thing going on like its second nature.  In fact, even though I knew she came from Georgia, I was taken aback to hear her bona fide Southern Belle accent when she spoke- that’s how transporting her performances are!
 
Amani & me at Cairo Caravan 2013
Again that night at show, she killed it with a completely jaw-dropping contemporary Egyptian piece, in a stunning nude net gown with insane sparkly star-shaped cut outs over her girly curves. Her interpretation of Arabic music is incredible, and she has that hard-to-harness, luxuriously laid back Egyptian thing going on like its second nature. This isn’t surprising, cause she’s danced and taught across the Middle East and North Africa, including stints in the United Arab Emirates and Lebanon.  She was also one of ten professional dancers chosen to participate in Mahmoud Reda and Farida Fahmy’s Egyptian Dance Intensive, held in Cairo. She also spent the better part of July 2013 in Iraq, researching Iraqi kawleeya, an indigenous gypsy dance that’s akin to khaligi with lots of intricate foot patterns and lots of hair –tossing.

 Though kawleeya is kind of trendy right now (especially among Russian belly dancers) it might seem somewhat crazy for a dancer to pick war-torn Iraq to conduct her field research… but this woman is not just a super-hawt dancer; she’s a smart cookie, too. Amani has a Master’s Degree in Anthropology, and is a Middle East specialist, and she teaches at Atlanta’s Kennesaw University.        
Amani at BDUC photo: Carl Sermon

In fact, she’s so knowledgeable and talented, I’m co-hosting her in early November in Los Angeles, to teach at Dance Garden   on the 2nd and 3rd and perform with her band Mazaag (featuring George Sadak and Jonatan Gomes Derbaq) at Skinny’s lounge November 4th. Scroll down to bottom of this page for info on that.

But let’s get to Amani’s Backstage Rituals, told in her very own words:

“When Princess Farhana invited me to share my backstage rituals, I began to seriously think about what I would write about and my thoughts turned to those important practices I turn to time and time again that help me to cultivate a strong performance.
 I’ve come to think of these rituals as the ground in which my performance is rooted. Actually, this starts weeks and even months in advance working through music and refining movement so that I can be well prepared for whatever a show might demand. The day of any performance, however, there are a handful of steps that I take to get myself stage-ready.
These include: a long nap to energize and reset; then it’s time for make-up and hair, done alone and by myself; after a bag check, I commute to my gig while listening to lots of fun music; after arriving in the venue, I really take time to look around the space and check out my audience; after that, it’s a matter of staying loose and relaxed; finally, before I step into any performance, I say a little prayer, and just take time to breathe. Like most of you, preparing for performance requires preparation of mind, body and heart and I have become rather attached to my pre-performance routine.

So what happens when you are tossed headfirst out of your normal environment and the rituals you regularly turn to for comfort are unavailable to you?

I have been very fortunate to be given opportunities to study, perform and even teach dance in the Middle East. My experiences in Egypt, the U.A.E. and Lebanon have been very rewarding but they have also come with some truly unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining my grounding rituals.

The story I would like to share with you is of one performance while I was in the Middle East and the preparations leading up to my five minutes of fame on national television. To tell you the truth, it has taken me several attempts to write this post. Recalling the events and trying to find the best way to relate them you brought back all the acid butterflies, the tension and doubts I had in those moments. While I am happy to be able to share this story with you, I am also challenged to be able to relate the whole story to you from my point of view while respecting the privacy of others who played a part in the story. Names of people and places have been changed or simply omitted for this reason.

As I mentioned earlier, my typical performance day would include a long nap to charge-up and reset before I begin to get into make-up. This particular performance day, however, I had spent with friends walking around the downtown of a certain Middle Eastern city. Our hotel was easily located across the street from the theatre where we were working from and the neighborhood included many wonderful little cafes and shops. Within walking distance from our neighborhood was the corniche where you could take in the breathtaking view of the sea while strolling past private beach clubs and high-end seafood restaurants, smaller coffee shops and the odd fresh juice or flower vendor.

We had arrived in the city only a few days earlier and were starting to get a feel for the atmosphere of the event we were at. Checking in and meeting the Sponsor the day before, I was greeted with a contract that I was expected to sign. Of course, contracts are a regular part of any working relationship and can be pretty mundane, but this one was unique.


This particular agreement detailed what dance movements were considered unacceptable and those, like big hip-circles and belly work, that should not be performed at all. Wow! What was this? Was I expected to agree to these conditions because I was going to be part of a televised show? Was this actual censorship or was it one man’s ounce of power and sense of aesthetic being held over our heads? It was hard to tell, but it certainly gave me a sense of what working here was going to be like.

The next day, performance day, we set out downtown. At the top of my shopping list was double-sided tape to help secure the costume I’d be wearing later that day in the show. I loved the curve-hugging costume in question; a beautiful dress with just the perfect amount of lift, cutouts in all the right places, but still covered enough to appease more conservative tastes. Just in case.

 Earlier that day, my costuming and music choices had come into serious question, which had led to an impromptu inspection and criticism of both. As I understood it, the Sponsor was concerned whether or not my costume and music would be appropriate for the televised performance I would later be seen in. Standing there, feeling their critical gaze upon me, and the entire contents of my suitcase, I started to worry what would happen if they did not like my costume selection. I had worn the same thing in another Middle Eastern country without a problem. Would they simply cut me from the show if they deemed my costumes unacceptable? Finally, my favorite dress, the one with cutouts in all the right places was “Ok’d”. Still, they had serious reservations about the cut outs on the thighs and the plunging neckline. In fact, it was suggested that I cover-up the cut outs completely. Instead, I employed copious amounts of double-sided tape up and down the thighs and around the neckline so that the dress wouldn’t move an inch or expose any more flesh than tolerable.

After finding the tape, we made it back to the hotel and were able to settle in for a bit. Finally! I could get back into a more normal routine, get a nap and get my head in the game. Only moments after closing my eyes, however, there came a knock at the hotel door. It was my new friend Sheila staying just down the hall, “Are you sleeping? Aren’t you getting ready?” It didn’t seem like she meant to let me go back to sleep, so I got up, plugged my curling iron in. Sheila chatted and chatted as I started in on my make-up. I never realized until then how private putting on make-up is for me. Now, the only person I can comfortably share that with is my husband. Otherwise, I truly prefer to be totally alone with the mirror and my thoughts. Well, that wasn’t going to be an option here, clearly.

“So what music are you dancing to? Let me hear it!” Sheila demanded. Wow! That was bold! Yes, folks, here is where I just kind of lost my mind. The day had simply piled up around Sheila’s and me friendly, but totally intrusive demand just sent me over the edge! Despite years of experience I lost it and started to cry. My new friend, really not understanding how tensions surrounding the show had piled up and not understanding that she was intruding on my backstage preparations, looked me in the eye and told me to stop crying.

“You don’t think that Dina cries do you?”

 I had had enough. “Of course she does!” I snarled,
“She just doesn’t let anybody she her do it.”

My well- intentioned friend stayed for a few moments more and then departed in a huff. I certainly didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I was glad to see her go. Finally, I could just be alone to prepare. I repaired my face and packed my bag for the trip across the street to the theatre. “

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 AMANI JABRIL & MAZAAG
CD RELEASE PARTY
MON, NOVEMBER 4, 2013 AT SKINNY’S LOUNGE
Featuring ROXXANNE SHELBY, KAMALA ALMANZAR, DEVILLA, NASILA and PRINCESS FARHANA… WITH LIVE MUSIC BY AMANI’s band MAZAAG!!!!

  DOORS:  6:30 PM    SHOW 7:15 PM   $15.00

Skinny’s Lounge
 4923 Lankershim Blvd.
North Hollywood, CA

For more info on Amani, visit her website:

 See Amani in action here: http://www.youtube.com/user/AmaniJabril

Amanai & Mazaag’s workshops at Dance Garden, Los Angeles
 Nov. 2: Iraqi Kawleeya and Nov 3, teaching with Mazaag


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Monday, October 21, 2013

STRETCHING YOUR BOUNDARIES



 You do know that stretching in itself is not a warm up, riiiight?

Years ago, it was considered a safe practice to stretch as a way of getting warmed up, but nowadays health and fitness experts uniformly agree that it is unsafe, whether for sports or any type of dance. However, stretching is an important part of getting ready to dance- or for cooling down after you dance.

Time and time again I’ve seen dancers just jump right into full on dancing without any sort of warm up at all, let along stretching.  In the past, I was frequently guilty of doing this, too…but not any more! Though this might occasionally fly when you’re twenty, or that rare instance when you’re super late for a gig, it’s definitely not a good or healthy habit to be in. You want a long career, right?  And to be able to dance without pain? This might sound crazy to you, many dancers, even seasoned professionals don’t know how to stretch properly.

 Stretching is absolutely necessary for your body’s performance- whether you’re on a playing field, doing every day tasks or on a stage. Stretching helps our muscles stay limber, elongated and flexible. As dancers, these three things grant us a greater range of motion, which is important for our technique overall, and in general is essential proper posture, as well as our off-stage well being. Every one of us has a different physiology-and some are definitely more limber than others. Many of us can go easily into the splits naturally, while others have a hard time doing a simple lunge. No matter how “tight” your body feels you can still increase your flexibility by stretching properly and safely… and by working up to being more elastic slowly.
Let me say this one more time: stretching in itself is not a warm up.
Here are some hints to help you stretch safely and effectively:

Ready, Set, Go!
 If you’re about to begin a stretching regimen, make sure you have everything you need: a place where you can really spread out, a fluffy towel or yoga matt,  resistance bands and/or a balance ball if you use them…and ample space. Make sure you’re well hydrated. If you’d like to work at home by yourself, make sure that you have done some aerobic dancing before you stretch, or taken a very brisk walk.

Before You Stretch
After  about five or ten  minutes of walking or dancing, begin to  move your limbs slowly, deliberately and gently by doing modified dance movements before you focus on stretching.

Stretch…Don’t Strain
Never ever stretch cold muscles, do not force your body into a stretch, and please don’t bounce when you are stretching.  This is and called ballistic stretching, and could make injuries more likely. Holding a static stretch (where you stay in the same position for some time) can be injurious if your muscles are not already warmed up. Passive stretching, the kind where you use a ball or a strap to assist your muscles to stretch is far more gentle that either of the previous two.

Ease Into Stretching Slowly
 This means before each session, as well as pacing yourself and not taking on more than you can initially handle! A good way to begin a weekly stretching practice is to aim for a couple of ten or fifteen minute stretching sessions each week.  If you are in regular dance classes, this may already be covered, but if not, make sure to ease into working each major muscle group for maximum results.

There are many awesome resources on DVD as well as online which will help you identify certain muscle groups and the stretches that help you target specific areas, but there’s nothing like getting feedback from a live teacher!  If you are unsure how to begin a safe stretching practice, or are working towards definite fitness goals, get some instruction.  You can’t go wrong with Yoga or Pilates, but even a “stretch and tone” class at a local fitness center would  probably be beneficial.

 Make Stretching A Regular Part Of Your  Dance Practice
 Once you’ve gotten used to stretching, your body will crave it, so be sure to  warm up properly- and then stretch before and after  each  rehearsal, and show as well as at dance classes.