Isabella Boylston started dancing as a three-year-old girl in Sun Valley, Idaho, and, much to the delight of ballet aficionados everywhere, she hasn’t stopped since. One of her generation’s most accomplished talents, Boylston joined American Ballet Theatre’s Studio Company in 2005, and, after a steady series of promotions, was named a principal dancer in August 2014. This spring, she had planned to embark on A.B.T.’s cross-country tour, but instead, in these times of isolation, she has been teaching a daily ballet class called The Cindies on Instagram Live, along with her friend and colleague the choreographer James B. Whiteside. (Admission is free, but Boylston encourages participants to donate to A.B.T.’s Crisis Relief Fund, which supports dancers and staff.) As anyone who has witnessed her in action can attest, she has a strong sense of what makes something beautiful—including the key components of a well-lived life. —Ashley Baker

Isabella Boylston and James B. Whiteside performing in Harlequinade with American Ballet Theatre at the Metropolitan Opera House, in New York.

Airline: Emirates and also Delta—I’m a Platinum member.
: Any major airport in Germany, where things run on time.
: Instagram and Spotify.
: My patent-leather mini Lady Dior, or any tiny bag that I can’t overload with heavy stuff.
: Midnight.
: A vintage Schwinn.
: Friday the 13th.
Breakfast, WEEKDAY
: Egg and cheese on a roll.
Breakfast, weekend
: Rice with fried eggs and kimchi.
: I don’t know how to drive! But if I did, I’d get a convertible.
: My goddaughter, Wilhelmina.
: An Aperol spritz in the summer, and spicy margaritas year-round.
Cocktail appetizer
: Green olives.
: Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nureyev.
: Dinner and a movie.