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Robe à la française. 1750–75. Credit line: Purchase, Irene Lewisohn Bequest, 1959 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/81687
Another stellar performance by Hugh and Francesca and the entire cast of "Masquerade."
Hugh Panaro and Francesca Mehrotra, "Point of No Return," from "Masquerade," June 7, 2026, Sunday matinee.
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From Propaganda no. 22, Spring 1995
raise your hand if you’re a musical artist being haunted by a false representative of your dead violinist father who’s way too obsessed with you
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Imagine, if you will, that life is still livable, that life is even—well, good. And that if you wanted to, you could, perhaps, approach that instrument that is still lying open, and that seated there, your fingers on the keys, you could, if you wanted to, sing. You could sing of sadness, and you could sing of pain, unspeakable pain, but you could sing. You could do anything that you wanted, really, because all that prevents it has fallen away like scales off a body that is really human, and has been by some inhuman justice rendered monstrous but is now free to return to itself.
Anne Rice, Cry to Heaven
Dante's Vision of Rachel and Leah, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1855
ever since I was a little girl I knew I never wanted to tell anyone anything