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From the Streets to Ballet School


Tuloy Foundation has rescued a lot of street kids in the urban jungles of Metro Manila and helped them find new hope through ballet. The children's inspirational story is the subject of an ongoing documentary project called Street Dance, and its producers have launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds, which will be used for repayments and to complete the film.

   "For the past year we have been financing our documentary film on our own and we will continue to do so as much as we can," wrote producer Dale Tippin. "But, we need your help."

   Manila-based artist and creative director Andy Maluche began filming in June 2013, and once the work is done, he hopes to premiere Street Dance at major international film festivals, including Cannes and Sundance. In addition to this, the producers expect that one or more of the ballet students may eventually be invited to study at the Royal Ballet School in London, which is one of the world's greatest institutes of classical ballet training.

About Street Dance 
This documentary takes place primarily in Metro Manila, Philippines, one of the most densely populated metropolitan areas in the world. Out of this population are tens of thousands of "street children"; children who have been neglected or abused in one way or another and have chosen to live in the streets or have simply been abandoned by their families and have been left to fend for themselves. Street children face daily hardships including drug addiction, health concerns, child prostitution and other forms of child abuse and would seemingly have no where to turn. Street Dance is an uplifting documentary which studies one particular group of street children from their early lives as children of the streets, their introduction to a foundation dedicated to the caring, healing, teaching and ultimately the reintegration of these children into mainstream society. The children that are followed in this film are given the opportunity to enter a ballet program sponsored by the foundation. We will follow them through their journey over a period of 3 years documenting their ups and downs, trials and tribulations and hopefully through to their ultimate success.

   Check out a sneak peek from the documentary below:

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