When it comes to ballet, the image of a female dancer standing on her toes and wearing a tutu skirt is undoubtedly the first picture that comes to mind.

And yet -

Can a star's adoration of the moon on the stage indicate the dignity of female ballet dancers?

What is the real life of women in ballet, an art in which women seem to dominate?

How has their identity and status changed over the course of more than five hundred years of ballet history?