Monday, October 22, 2012
Visible at the Opera . . .
Visible, indeed. I debated showing you a photo of the dress' back seam, unstitched from mid-shoulder-blades to the waist. Because the dress fits relatively loosely through that section, the seam is never drawn tautly open, but movement does disclose the brastrap beneath, if only in a flash. I considered other solutions -- stitching strategic portions closed, which I may yet do, and I even bought those adhesive contraptions whose engineering, in the end, seemed suspect to me, especially under this not-too-heavy silk.
In the end, I chose a black bra with a narrow, and pretty, strap, and committed to forgetting about my back, and I wore the dress to the opera -- La Bohème -- Saturday night. I was helped, in my commitment, by the ample distraction of having snagged my fishnet tights at 6:24, far too late to find a replacement pair. The hole was less than a thumbtip in size, and not too obvious, to the side of my left calf, but still . . .
Edited to add: Dress, Designers Remix; Shoes, Fluevog
We had a lovely evening though, and I heard no gasps at either fashion/propriety infraction. This is my third Bohème, and it was a very satisfactory production. I love how tight this opera is, so much repetition --so recognition -- of melody and rhythm throughout -- it's designed to please, to have you humming as you leave. And, of course, the romance of bohemian Paris, love and death in the garrets, the comic antics of the young artists trying to dodge their creditors, the flirtations and jealousies and courtships of the young lovers. I continue to be mesmerised by what can be done with projection these days, in combination with physical stagesets, so that a moon gradually shows its full self over an aria, creeping out gradually over the rooftops of Paris. Lighting was magical without ever competing with the main action. Well, it would be tough to compete with the voices, really. Gorgeous singing from credibly youthful actors.
And such a pleasure to see a dressed-up Vancouver audience. I think we're getting better at this, at least from my experience as a season-ticket-holder over the past 6 or 7 years. Yes, we did spot one middle-aged fellow in khaki shorts, a drab knit shirt over his paunch, socks mid-calf, hardly the look for a hiking trail, never mind the opera. But where he would have had a cohort of denim and khaki wearers to hang out with a few seasons ago, most of the denim Saturday night was balanced by a cashmere blazer or a sequinned top.
I'd tell you more, but I'm up early trying to get some marking done before our visitor wakes. Almost 4, she's here for a week, and it promises to be a busy one. I won't get home 'til she's in bed tonight, so I hope to catch some morning play before I head to campus. She's going to keep her Granddad moving, I suspect. They'll probably boat to town for groceries, stop for a coffee/hot chocolate and pastry at Mon Petit Choux, then hang out on the swings for a while after docking the boat back at the island. Retirement seems not such a bad idea. . .
Joining the Visible Monday gang again -- you should check that action out!