Non senti tu nell’aria il profumo che spandex Primavera?

[La Cieca invites the cher public to supply a caption to the above photo. And while you're at it, anyone care to identify the gentleman at right and what opera this is?]

[La Cieca invites the cher public to supply a caption to the above photo. And while you're at it, anyone care to identify the gentleman at right and what opera this is?]
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Nessun Dorma
My Spandex Torn-a
Really must pee
Though Act III
Of Don G
Don’t hit Submit
Till you finish it.
In fact, don’t post at all, and go to bed.
I will not look at thee.
Thou art accursed, Salome,
thou art accursed.
Damn this Ballet Russes anniversary thing is everywhere – even the Volksoper revival of Annie Get Your Gun!
Brigitte Fassbaender to Claes Ahnsjo – C’mon, Claes, the name of the opera is Così fan tuttE…
Just guessing what the opera might be: I think it is “Frau ohne Schatten”; on the right is the Apparition of the Young Man and on the left is the Amme. The eggs are the Unborn Children…
“You mean to tell me you’ve given up our passionate relationship for an … egg?”
Does anyone remember Jackie Horne’s LaScala debut as Jocasta in Oedipus Rex – she was dressed like a giant plastic egg and she couldn’t hear anything in it!
As Anna Russell used to say, I’m not making this up, you know.
I’m guessing those are Faberge eggs and that’s the Pastoral Scene from Pique Dame.
“There are fairies in the garden of my bottom.”
“Daphne.” The gentleman at the right is the god of garden gnomes, sent to tempt the heroine from her determination to spend her existence seasoning stews. (A euphemism for brothels?)