I saw Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, directed by James Macdonald at the Harold Pinter Theatre, during the last week of previews, and have a ticket to see it again in April; I'd like to say that I'm sophisticated enough to pick such dates so that I can compare the performances etc. but … Continue reading Lately, or Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf
I made several attempts at getting everything I saw in one mosaic. Turns out that I don't have an pictures from the Ariadne auf Naxos I saw in the spring, and only a curtain photo of Boris Godunov. And quite possibly nothing at all from Nabucco (either that, or I'm blind). The two recitals that … Continue reading It was a very good year. In some respects.
This past Sunday I went to Salisbury Cathedral for their famous Advent service. This is the Church of England at its ceremonial grandest, a procession of clergy and choirs, with the staffs and crosses, even the embroidery on the gonfalons* sparkling in the candlelit darkness, designed for maximum impact. As the clock struck, the lights … Continue reading It was a very cultured week
On Saturday I went to see the first of my November operas, Alban Berg's Lulu at the Coliseum. Couple days before I had seen somewhere online a picture of the Frederic Leighton House, and a weekend's entertainment was ready - the museum, a walk around the nearby Holland Park, a quick trek to Liberty and … Continue reading A rainy day in London
And so it begins - Stratford and the visit that got me started. The weather was bad, and this place was dreadful, but the RSC across the river was just as great view as I had hoped it would be. Like any good tourist, I snapped my photos and mady my exist filled with dizzying … Continue reading Beginning