Dai BASSIFONDI al LOUVRE: il TANGO conquista PARIGI!

All’inizio del Novecento, un ballo scandaloso e sensuale varca l’oceano e sbarca nei salotti dell’élite francese.
Ma come ha fatto il tango argentino, nato nei bordelli del Río de la Plata, a sedurre Parigi, la capitale della cultura europea?

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Guarda: LE CASE PROIBITE DEL TANGO:

Io sono Fabrizio Tomei, e questo è ROYALE BLACK SWAN!

Today I want to bust a myth.
We all know tango wasn’t born as a dance for the elite. It’s not the Viennese waltz, danced in elegant Habsburg courts.
Tango started in the outskirts, in the arrabales and the orillas.
And then, later, it blossomed in brothels.
Places where poor, humble, often immigrant people gathered. So one of the most common beliefs is this: Tango is the dance of the poor.
Created by them, shaped by them, and passed down to us as the true voice of that world.
It’s a beautiful story, sure… But is that really the whole story?
The idea that tango belongs only to immigrants and criminals
is just a cliché — a romanticized version.
It doesn’t really do justice to a much more complex history.
Because that was the tango of the beginnings.
Very different from the one we dance today.
What we know now is the result of a much deeper cultural evolution. And let’s be honest…
Something doesn’t quite add up.
How could people so poor, who barely had enough to eat,
and spent a fortune just to board a steamship,
manage to spread tango all over the world? Yes, there were sailors.
Ports. Ships going back and forth…
But no matter how much they traveled,
sailors didn’t have the power to cross social boundaries. So something must have happened.
A turning point.
A moment when tango changed —
from a dance of the outcasts
to a universal language.
Something that speaks to everyone. And that moment did happen.
Because someone — or something — from another world
fell in love with tango.
If you saw my first episode about tango’s forbidden houses (and if not, the link is up here and also below in the description),
you already know: Brothels back then — especially the most famous ones —
weren’t visited only by the poor.
No, The rich were there too.
Men from high society.
The same ones who publicly despised tango,
but secretly craved it.
And they, ironically, are the ones who turned tango into a global phenomenon. But this didn’t happen in Buenos Aires.
The real turning point was somewhere else.
A very specific place,
a place that transformed everything it touched —
even tango’s destiny.
And today… we’re going there. I’m Fabrizio Tomei and this is Royal Black Swan.
Welcome. To understand how this transformation really happened,
we first need to go back to the starting point.
Picture Buenos Aires in 1887. At that time, the Argentine capital was still far from being a metropolis.
It looked more like a giant village. The population was about 400,000.
The streets were just dirt roads.
Trams were pulled by horses. Most houses didn’t go past one floor and thatched roofs dominated the urban skyline. There was no public lighting,
and road infrastructure was primitive. Get this —
the only public bathhouse in the whole city
was on a street called Calle Piedad, “Mercy Street” —
and it had just four bathtubs while most homes didn’t even have a bathroom. Drinking water was so scarce
it was sold at high prices by street vendors. That tells you everything
about how fragile “modern life” was at the time.
But by the end of the century, things started to change. As we saw in another video,
from around 1880, Argentina began heavily promoting immigration.
The new arrivals first moved to the countryside,
then flooded the suburbs of the city,
becoming a massive labor force.
Argentina’s economy grew rapidly, and overall living standards improved.
But — and this is crucial —
not for everyone. Wealth stayed in the hands of a few families. Thanks to strategic marriages,
they controlled 80% of the fertile land
in the provinces of Buenos Aires, Santa Fe, and Jujuy.
These were the big landowners.
Their fortune came from cattle ranching and grain farming, using the vast lands of the Pampas. This made Argentina one of the world’s top exporters
of meat and wheat.
Naturally, hose who controlled production
also controlled the rest. So these families ran — directly or indirectly —
the banks, the railroads, and most of the commerce.
They were the ruling class of the country.
Not aristocrats like in Europe —
but often even richer.
Now, the stars of this chapter
are the sons of those landowners. They were known as the “niños bien” —
the rich kids of Buenos Aires. A generation born and raised
in luxury and privilege unimaginable
to most people of the time. And, naturally, they didn’t need to work. Their lives were all about wealth, excess, and leisure. And often, their pleasure-seeking crossed legal lines:
gambling, drugs, prostitution. Now, among this generation of privileged youth, one subgroup stands out:
the niños bien “patoteros”. While the regular niños bien represented
a polished, educated, upper-class youth —
indulgent, but mostly composed — the patoteros were something else entirely.
Even though they came from the same privileged circles,
these patoteros stood out. More aggressive.
Defiant toward authority.
Prone to hooliganism and violence. All wrapped in the arrogance and impunity
that only wealth can buy.
They would form groups known as “patotas” (hence the term patoteros), gangs of young men who bullied and and intimidated others in public spaces. And it was precisely these young men who began frequenting the brothels where tango was born and evolving, practicing it within these transgressive environments. To be fair, niños bien patoteros were not a unique phenomenon of their time. Throughout history, wealthy youth have often been drawn to mix with the lower classes—and at times with the criminal underworld —knowing that, regardless of how the night ends, they’ll always return home. A beautiful home. What makes these patoteros different from any other group of arrogant, rowdy young nobles is the fact that they lived in a particular social and historical context—one in which a dance (which, of course, was much more than just a dance but the product of an entire subculture) was perceived as a form of transgression And these young men not only had the desire to absorb that world’s values, but also the financial means to export them elsewhere. But not in the same way it happened at first, when sailors spread tango from port to port, tweaking it slightly as they went. No—these boys could bring tango where it really mattered: into their own elite circles.
Maybe they did it out of rebellion gainst authority, or maybe just for fashion. But they did it. And they would be the ones to introduce tango first into the upper-class salons of Buenos Aires—where it was initially rejected—and later to Paris, where the story would take a much different turn. The truth is, Paris at the time was emerging from a dark period marked by two devastating conflicts: the Franco-Prussian War and the Paris Commune. Yet Paris, as we know, has an almost unique ability to reinvent itself.
Already during the Second Empire under Napoleon III, the ambitious urban plan led by Baron Haussmann had radically transformed the city. The old medieval quarters had been demolished to make way for wide boulevards that improved circulation and lighting, while a modern sewage system gas streetlamps, and green spaces were implemented. The city, in short, was changing its face.
But it’s important to note: the goal wasn’t only to make Paris more beautiful and modern —it was also to give police the upper hand during protests, to allow better crowd control and prevent insurrections.
As so often happens, modernization came at a cost —paid primarily by the working class, who were increasingly pushed toward the outskirts, unable to afford the rent in the new luxury buildings downtown. I’m telling you this because Buenos Aires would eventually copy all of these changes—one by one—including their social consequences. Between the two centuries, Buenos Aires fell so in love with Paris that it did everything it could to resemble it: visually, structurally, and in lifestyle. So much so that it even earned the nickname “The Paris of South America.” By the end of the 19th century, Paris was launching itself into a breakneck race toward modernity, and to the eyes of the world, there seemed to be no limit to it.
In just a few years, Haussmann’s gas lamps were replaced by electric ones. The Universal Expositions were born —glorious showcases of the city. And across the world, new forms of entertainment emerged thanks to technology: the Lumière brothers’ cinema, radio, automobiles. A fascination with speed swept through society, expressed in car and bicycle races. Just think: the Tour de France was born in 1903. We are in the heart of the Belle Époque, a period of collective enthusiasm rooted in a clear cultural movement: positivism, which placed science at the center and believed the scientific method was the true key to human progress.
This confidence in innovation permeated every aspect of life —from art to daily routines—bringing with it a widespread sense of peace, freedom, and optimism… at least on the surface. One of the most visible changes came in public transportation. Until then, working-class people had always lived as close as possible to their workplace—usually within walking distance, or more recently, reachable by horse-drawn vehicles. But as the city expanded, so did the need for mobility. In 1905, the first taxis hit the Paris boulevards—growing from 417 to over 7,000 in under a decade.
And it was decided that the same electricity used to light the streets would also power the new means of transport. The most striking symbol of this development would be something that immediately capture the collective imagination—causing fear, curiosity, and wonder all at once: the Métro, which opened to the public on July 19, 1900, and quickly became a symbol of this unprecedented urban revolution. It was in this climate— charged with wealth and innovation, in a Paris already overflowing with luxury and invention—that tango arrived in the French capital. But it didn’t debut with the fanfare you might expect. In Argentina, the niños bien were over-the-top oligarchs, known for such excessive lifestyles that they became the stuff of gossip: stories of golden tableware thrown into the sea after a single use, or society ladies in Paris who never wore the same pair of gloves twice.
But in Paris, none of this made much of an impression. In the French capital, what mattered was novelty, and luxury was no longer part of that.
But a forbidden dance?
That—yes—that drew attention.
And in that sense, tango became a passport. It was the vehicle that allowed these rich landowners—still country boys n the eyes of snobbish Parisians—to stand out in circles that would have otherwise never looked at them twice.
Paris, of course, had its own unique way of responding to this new arrival. Strangely enough, tango didn’t debut in the opulent Parisian ballrooms, but in more surprising places. Picture small two- or three-room apartments along the grand boulevards of the Étoile, with all the furniture removed to make room for dancers.
It was in these minimalist, almost clandestine salons that tango came to life in Europe—far from glitter and luxury, in spaces where the bare interiors stood in stark contrast to the lavish elegance of those dancing.
And there’s something else worth noting. Something that, had we been Argentinians of the time, might have deeply surprised us: no one spoke.
No party sounds, no laughter—
just men and women of extreme refinement,
dancing in embraces that society still deemed too daring. Everyone danced to the sound of a gramophone,
but they did so in complete silence.
In Paris, the tango that had just arrived by ship was treated seriously.
It was sinful—just enough to be seductive—
but not something to show off. Rather, it was something to be lived separately,
intimately, as part of a hidden, second life.
All of this, of course, was the exact opposite of how tango was lived in Buenos Aires—
where it was almost an anthem to life itself, rather than a retreat from it.
And yet, despite the clandestine nature of those first encounters, Paris wasn’t Buenos Aires.
What had started discreetly soon captured the city’s imagination, and tango spread like wildfire—
from theaters to salons,
cabarets to cafés,
luxury hotels to popular dance halls.
Events like tango-teas, expositions, and and lectures multiplied,
pulling every layer of society
into the vortex of this new dance.
Even the most elegant districts of Paris
opened their own tango sanctuaries: entire buildings watched over by Swiss guards,
where people danced wherever they could —
under staircases,
in coatrooms—
waiting for a place in the overcrowded ballrooms. But Paris, s we’ve said, was not Buenos Aires.
Society was in a moment of extraordinary open-mindedness, where everything new was not only welcomed,
but seen as a business pportunity.
And the fact that tango was sinful?
That was the cherry on top for a society with such a taste for experimentation. As always happens when two cultures meet,
it’s usually the foreign one that adapts to local tastes. That’s what happened here too—
but this time, the Argentinians didn’t adjust tango to please the French. The Parisians modified it themselves. Tango in Paris was reshaped to suit local preferences—
more refined, more restrained.
More “European,” we might say. New structures were added to the dance,
ones that didn’t exist before.
Until then, tango moved only forward, backward, and sideways.
But now new steps were introduced —
with French names, even if pronounced in Spanish. Two examples stand out: the lapis and the pivot.
This transformation would turn out to be even more divisive than one might have expected.
From tango in Europe, two distinct currents would emerge: One that would return to Argentina
bringing back all the changes made in Paris,
And another that would stay in Europe—
drifting further and further from tango’s original, raw spontaneity, turning it into a more formal, standardized version,
stripped orever of its improvisational soul.
That branch—
we could call it the separatist wing of original tango—
would go on to become “ballroom tango,”
which, by then, had little to nothing in common
with its true parent.
But that… is another story. When tango crossed the Atlantic once again
and returned from Paris to Argentina,
the Buenos Aires bourgeoisie —
the very same class that had once sent it overseas—
could no longer pretend not to notice. Because if tango was now respected and admired
in the capital of the world,
then they simply couldn’t afford to lag behind. In a world where fashion dictates everything—
and Paris means fashion—
if Paris loves tango, Buenos Aires—so deeply obsessed with the French capital—
simply couldn’t reject it. Quite the opposite, in fact.
They had to ride the wave.
They had to seize the moment. Tango was theirs,
they were the true originators
of what had now become the most fashionable dance in the world.
And so, the very same high society
that had looked down on tango
as a dance of outcasts and degenerates
was now ready to embrace it with enthusiasm.
The tango, returned home,
was no longer marginal—
it became a social and even mass phenomenon,
entering its first golden age,
which would last just over two decades, and leave a deep mark on the country,
at least until it was silenced
by the censorship that followed Argentina’s first military coup in 1930. But that…
is also another story.
So, all settled then?
Is tango finally free to onquer the world,
without being seen as a threat to morality, decency, or public decorum?
Well… no.
Not quite.
Because the truth is,
there would still be people —
in Argentina and in the rest of the world—
willing to do anything to stop it.
Powerful people.
Very powerful. Some of them held the highest public offices,
with the ability to influence entire nations. And their goal wasn’t just to censor tango.
No—
they wanted to erase it,
to destroy it once and for all. So—
who were they?
What did they do?
And what happened next?
Well,
that’s something we’ll uncover
in the next episode. But in the meantime,
I want o know something from you:
Do you think tango could have become what it is today without passing through Paris? Some people believe it could.
But I really want to know what you think. Let me know in the comments—
I’m curious to hear your thoughts.
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Oh—
and if you haven’t seen it yet, don’t miss the episode on the origins of tango in the pleasure houses.
You’ll find the link up here,
and also down in the description.
Thanks for watching.
and as always…
I’ll see you in the next video.
Take care.