Odhams, London (1967)
I bought this book in my 20s, when I was so ballet-mad that I had my
room plastered with posters of Nuryev. It was just one of my
small-but-growing library of dance books that I read and reread.
It's seen me through countless moves, and I still couldn't be happy
if it wasn't on my bookshelf. Open it and the photos will always amaze you.