I have a thing for 20th/21st century opera - the first opera I consciously remember choosing to see was Giancarlo Menotti's The Consul, and I have found myself loving Turnage's Anna Nicole, Poulenc's Dialogues des Carmélites and pretty much everything by Benjamin Britten. Thomas Adés' The Exterminating Angel (which premiered last year in Salzburg Festspiele, … Continue reading Last night at the opera
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.
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