The velvet ropes of theaters aren’t just for crowd control—they’re a sartorial checkpoint, where flip-flops meet their fate and tank tops are shown the exit. Fashion analyst Elena Kuznetsova, a guardian of elegance, warns that even in an era of relaxed dress codes, some sartorial sins remain unforgivable. “A theater isn’t a beach,” she quips, “unless your aesthetic involves getting escorted out by a tuxedoed usher.”
While theaters no longer demand top hats and opera gloves, Kuznetsova draws a line at attire better suited for a grocery run than “Swan Lake.” Her blacklist includes:
The irony? Modern audiences might dress like they’re binge-watching Netflix, but theaters still whisper “black tie optional” in a world of athleisure. Kuznetsova sighs: “You wouldn’t wear pajamas to a job interview. Why treat art with less respect?”
Beyond fabric choices, she highlights unspoken taboos: crinkling snack bags during solos (“the acoustics pick up chipmunk noises”), hauling backpacks like a “Sherpa at intermission”, or treating the coat check as optional. “A puffer jacket draped over your seat isn’t a plus-one,” she deadpans.
Meanwhile, ballet legend Nikolai Tsiskaridze shrugs off dress-code debates, joking about his “permanent backstage pass” to bypass rules. But for us mortals? Kuznetsova’s advice is simple: “Dress like you care—or at least like you know where you are.”
