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After all these years of solitude, La Cieca has finally found another opera fan with a Maria Callas tattoo!
More photos after the jump.
The gentleman’s name is Rob Gallagher, and he send along these photos of his tattoo, inspired by the “Stereo Lucia” portrait of the Greek diva.
Rob tells us his choice of image for this permanent tribute to La Divina narrowed down to the above portrait and “… the ‘claw hand’ wearing glasses at the music stand. I didn’t think the big 60s hair would work so well as a tattoo but I love the intensity of her expression.”
Parterriani with Callas-themed or otherwise operatic body art are encouraged to submit photos to lacieca@parterre.com.
Rob: I own one of the original printings of that specific photos and I would love to show it to you if you are ever in my area.
I have decided that if I ever get a tattoo it will be one of those wrap-arounds and it will have a tenor clef.
Love that hairy chest, woof.
The tattoo, not so much.
Scooby doesn’t have any tatts!
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Oops~ I misread the first word of the opening caption for the video clip. Big deal I thought, so what? Every beginner has does that!!!!!
In x-rays, my doudenum looks like Elisabeth Rethberg. Does that count?
No, Babs, too entirely jejunum.
Damn! Do you think I could get anything for it on ebay? I could say it was the Virgin Mary.
Honey, don’t be so common! EVERYBODY says it’s the Virgin Mary.
Your attitude is strangely cavalier. We’re not talking grilled cheese sandwich here; this is my flesh and blood.
If it looks like the Virgin Kaufmann, I’ll make a bid.
Sister Mary Cieca, Babs is blaspheming! She thinks she’s the Savior at the Last Supper! Burn her! Grill her under torture and then grill her cheesy guts!
(sacrilegious duodenum included)
Wouldn’t it be simpler to ask the Grand Inquisitor for a favour, Your Majesty? He has much more practice in grilling people than our hostess, after all, and the Don knows him personally…
Oh, Chère Liana, I never spoke to the GI until the moment I stabbed him, shouting “Muori! Muori Dannato! And no crucifix and candles–at least Bondy got that one right. I just lugged his guts into a secret passage, fanned myself a bit, got my hair back in shape, and flew off to meet up with Don for one of our “dates.”
As for Don “knowing him personally,” you could not be more kind to the Lord Cardinal from L’Inferno. “Intimately” is the word Don uses, “very intimately,” just before he faints, something which, as you know, he does regularly.
The GI has no power here. If his sinister ghost shows up on Parterre, Sister Mary Cieca will drop a house on him.
I’m with CruzSF.
Hm, this fainting doesn’t bode well for the future. Perhaps you should look around for someone more robust, Your Majesty? For instance this young man who was going to have a duel today, if he survived; even in this remote part of Europe, we heard some gossip about a consumptive, dying courtesan. So he will be free soon, is rich and high-born. And the daddy won’t dare object, I think. Or that half-Inca, who tried something with a daughter of a Spanish Grand? If you’re not afraid of bad luck, that is…
Liana, is Poland peopled with psychics (go ahead and pronounce the p)?
To Dump or not to Dump, that is my question. In current American terms, do I do a Gore? One annoyance with Don that you touch on is that every time he faints, he…well, he pukes! So what have I been doing all day, just as I do every day? Loads of laundry, a load for each swoon.
And the wondrous thing about your half-Inca suggestion is–I left this episode out of my necessarily abbreviated account–when Don and I were fleeing St Juste and all of Spain dressed as monks, crossing endless fields, sleeping in barns or the open air, climbing every mountain, who do we run into but a woman, yes, a woman–prepare for disbelief–who was dressed exactly like me. Another Woman MONK! I mean, what are the chances?
We got to talking of course, with Don translating, and I mentioned I had stabbed the GI to death, and SHE admitted to having SHOT her father! All for the love of a half-Inca. Of course, wouldn’t you know it, I hear later on that now HE’s a monk! You’ll think I’m making this up, but believe me, this, how shall I put it, operatic level of invention is beyond me!
Gotta go. More fainting. More puking. More laundry.
About the winner of the duel, I’ll sleep on your suggestion. And on Jonas’s, er, ah,…Don’s manly chest.
I detest tattoos- and in my prevous life I have seen many in the most strange places. It’s a statement of self-mutilation that many later regret and like to have then removed, if they can afford the plastic surgeon’s fee. Nowadays, removal is easier by usung laser. Before laser, surgery and skingrafting were necessary that sometimes ended up with ugly scarring. In my simplistic and pedestrian mind, I don’t understand the desire or need for tattooing; and the same thing goes for body piercing, espessialy of the tongue! Maybe tattooing and body piercing generate power that common folks like me are not capable to understand.
I agree wholeheartedly, Dr. Papas. the idea of a mature human adult willingly going to a storefront establishment where the word Lysol has never even been mentioned, there to have the proprietor take his tool in hand and penetrate again and again and again, with each penetration leaving behind a small droplet of liquid, and then more penetration, over and over and over and . . . . I’ll be on the verandah.
Not to mention if your taste changes over time and you’re stuck with a Licia Albanese tattoo when you really want an Anna Moffo tattoo.
Heh heh heh ! Yeah ! I know at least six guys who will not go to the gym because of that “I heart Jim Nabors” on their butts.
Heh heh heh !
What kind of clothing optional gym is this?
See-through gym shorts, you know
And of course, I did forget about the most crucial part of the gym ritual — the locker room reveal.
He’s cute enough but Callas on the shoulder leaves me cold. I wonder if there are operatic tattoos out there who allow for a transformation from ‘silent’ to ‘singing’. You know, for example, around an ‘innie’ belly button that can be made to sing through superior abdominal control.
Other constellations are also possible but probably not to be discussed on a family website like this one.
tannengrin-considering the guttural
sounds she made that passed for singing there are indeed other
“constellations” but we are in
polite society , so the shoulder must do .
#6,
Family website, it is not. Semi-family, maybe it is!
To think that I went through my prime years sans a tatoo of my mom on my body–but hey it’s never too late but would my partner still love me?
I have seen the Iconic photo of Caruso as Canio with the big drum made into a really strong tattoo which I once encountered in a delightful but non-operatic context.
Let me assure Dr. Papas that the dire scenario he proposes does not exist for those of us who design our own body art as a major means of self expression and for the men who love us for it.
Brava, Cieca for finding that other Callas tattoo image, and especially for finding it on such a fetching “canvas”.
As I have said before….tattoos are the last refuge, for numb-nut people, after they can find no more space on a public toilet wall to write on………..
Why don’t you save your rantings for opera-related topics?
Darling, there are plenty of rants to around.
Dr. Hoffman would like the gentleman’s permission to use the top image as her screensaver.
It’s a lovely chest that I would most sensually enjoyed cuddling to. I just think the face is too big; I would think a smaller and more strategic tattoo would have been more tasteful according to this furry opera lover. Face it, the girl sang her heart out -wasn’t always pretty and very tonguey production, but she created a splash. Mr. Gallagher may contact me any time!!! Woof!!!