I’m digging the bucket bag this season. I’m particularly digging this Need Supply bucket bag, since it appears to have a detachable lining that turns into a carrying case. That is about the most useful thing on the planet when you want to change your shoes but not get street/subway grime all over everything in your purse.
A couple weeks ago, I was lucky enough to attend opening night at The Metropolitan Opera. Both the opera and the evening were wonderful.
In particular, Anna Netrebko’s portrayal of Tatiana, and by extension, Fiona Shaw’s conception of her, is spot on. Tatiana, the female protagonist of the opera, is a very private person. Opera directors and opera singers don’t always do well with characters who are shy. Opera is, of course, about a gorgeous sound that fills a house. As a result, there’s sometimes a default to having an amazing singer make a big, beautiful noise and letting her ignore the fact that she’s playing a quiet person, and that both her carriage and the tone of her big, beautiful voice (if not its volume) need to communicate that as much as the words she’s singing.
This production doesn’t fall into the “Oh, who cares about the actual role, let’s just sing” trap. Fiona Shaw and Anna Netrebko chose to emphasize Tatiana’s shyness along with her deep passion. Netrebko used her peerless voice to create the woman, aching and timid and extraordinary, that the libretto describes. In short, hers was an exquisite rendering of a deeply interior person.
(It doesn’t really need to be said again, but I’ll say it anyway: Anna Netrebko is breathtaking. Seriously, I was actually holding my breath at the end of one of her arias and had to remind myself that respiratory function is important.)
So, that’s what you should know about the opera. And, coming soon, I’ve got lots of photos of what people wore to the opera! (Fun fact: No one even bothers pretending not to be taking pictures of each other at opening night. It’s all out in the open.)
Behold, a little preview:
As we have previously discussed, Comey likes to do mean things like make lots of lust-inducing shoes I can’t afford. While this is sad, there is happy news left in the world, in the form of these Nine West boots, which, while definitely not as sexy as the aformentioned products of Rachel C.’s genius brain, are pretty darn cute and significantly friendlier towards my credit card bill. Also perfect for walking through fields during an upcoming autumnal getaway.
I’m pretty into these. They’re Dolce Vita.
That never happens.
I didn’t say anything about it because nearly everything went a little bit too far into the realm of nineties throwback. i might at some point mention some collections which were mercifully exempt.
that is all.
I’m so in love with this pretty halo braid from OnceWed.
I approve of this whole fancy sweatshirt thing. J. Crew has executed nicely on it here, although methinks the skirt is overkill.