#clairon

[francepittoresque]

IL Y A 223 ANS | Mort de mademoiselle Clairon ➽ http://bit.ly/Mademoiselle-Clairon Le 29 janvier 1803, celle que d'aucuns prétendaient « trop actrice » quitte les planches. Vocation née d’un regard volé et manquant d'être brisée par la rudesse maternelle, la passion de Mademoiselle Clairon pour le théâtre s’imposa par une audace hors norme. De Phèdre à Roxane, elle triompha des usages, réforma diction et costume, payant de l’exil son inflexibilité morale

[associationraven]

Clairon des ruches. Encore un petit nouveau. 👍 #RAVEN #association #sanctuaryoftheraven #associationraven #animaux #vimartinsurorthe #nature #mayenne #sarthe #orne #biodiversite #biodiversité #refuge #clairon #clairondesruches #insect #insecte #inventaireraven2022 (at Raven’s Sanctuary) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfjf_B8MPkY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[redarmyscreaming]

Légionnaire Clairon, 2REP.

[verdiprati]

Connolly camp alert: Richard Strauss’s Capriccio is up next in the schedule of daily free video streams from the Metropolitan Opera. It goes online the evening of Thursday, May 7, 2020 (New York time) and will remain available for 24 hours if I understand correctly. The performance, recorded in 2011, stars Renée Fleming, Sarah Connolly, Joseph Kaiser, Russell Braun, Morten Frank Larsen, and Peter Rose. Sir Andrew Davis conducts. 

Seizing the rare opportunity to show her comedic acting chops, Sarah Connolly plays the eighteenth-century French actress known as La Clairon, in a production by John Cox that shifts the action from the 1770s to the 1920s.

[the-color-of-an-ordinary-day]

It Started With the Snow (An Ordinary Days Oneshot)

a.k.a the first fanfic / oneshot that this musical has for itself that isn't a crossover!!!! this is about Claire and Jason, and how I imagined they met each other. The bakery part is based off Seeing You There meanwhile the snow and snowflakes part is based off Fine when Jason goes "And suddenly I think of the day I first met her. A bucket of snow had landed in her hair..." so yeah! Fluffy and stuff!

NOTE: I have never been to NYC before. All of this stuff is probably innacurate, all the street names and locations. So please, don't hate on me. This stuff is nearly made up in my head XD. Also, this isn't that good, but I just wanted to give the musical some fan content. Hehe :) enjoy as much as you can!

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New York City isn't as great as I thought it would be. It's crowded, it's complicated, and well, there's a significantly less amount of fresh air.

But... I think I found something good amongst all the problems. Or more appropriately, someone good.

So, I was walking around the streets, trying desperately to find my way to this bakery, but everytime I thought I found the right street it was on, alas, someone tells me this is 52nd street, not 51st!

I had been wandering around for nearly an hour, and I was very frustrated by that time. What made matters worse is that it was literally freezing. Ah, winter time, many mixed emotions I have about you. Rain is much better than snow, it's useful for growing, it makes everything shimmer, and you can step in puddles without looking too much like a kid.

My frustration must have been really noticable, because it caught the attention of a woman, who started walking up to me.

"Excuse me," she began, "do you need directions?"

I didn't want to admit it. The last thing I wanted was someone to tell me I was on 45th avenue and six blocks away from where I needed to be. But hey, the girl took the time to come over here, so I might as well answer her.

"Uh, yeah actually, I'm looking for a bakery. I forgot it's name, but I was told it's the only one on 51st Street. Although I'm probably on the wrong block, as usual." I sighed towards the end of what I said.

The girl chuckled. She had a pretty laugh. "Actually, you're on the right street, but the bakery is on the other side of the block. I go there all the time, you want me to lead you there?"

I was taken back. Someone actually wanted to help me, me, a clueless newbie.

"Really? Oh wow, thanks, alright then!"

My face shined with glee. She laughed again, clearly amused. Her laugh, it was sweet, but it also sounded like it carried some kind of sadness with it.

She began to walk, me trailing behind her. As we walked, I observed her. She moved fast- and I know most New Yorkers do, but I mean fast. It's almost as if she didn't want to waste any time, like she knew what could happen at any moment.

I shrugged the thought off. Nah, I'm probably thinking too in depth. Most things are what they appear to be, at least in my experience, so this should be nothing.

That aside, she was also really pretty. I know I probably shouldn't think that right after meeting her, but I can't deny it. Her pale blonde hair, the way she carried herself in her coat, she just struck me as someone incredible.

So anyways, we were walking to the other side of the block, tredging through the cold and snow, when suddenly from somewhere above us- a rooftop, maybe?- I heard something about to fall. I stepped out of the way just in time to see a bucket of snow land on top of the girl's head, the snowflakes drifting down to her shouders.

I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She frowned."H-hey, don't laugh!" She began to shake the snowflakes off, honestly it was really adorable. I was probably around the same age as her, but I thought I looked way more immature and childish. Now, she looks like such innocence, it was just incredible.

Once she finished, she looked up at me. "Well, that was annoying. Let's go."

We made it to the bakery at last, and honestly it was not as good as I expected. The shopkeepers looked pretty grumpy, and the tables weren't the cleanest. Oh well, I guess they're known for take out orders rather than dine in ones.

"Alright, we're here!" she declared, "I go here all the time, at least once a week."

Here, of all places? Really? I thought. But oh well.

"Thanks for all your help, really." I told her. She smiled and began to walk away.

I called after her, "Hey, wait! At least tell me your name befote you go?"

"Claire. My name is Claire." she replied, "You?"

"Jason." I answered.

"Nice to meet you, Jason. Hope you have a good stay in New York City."

[music-in-art]

Otto Bache (1839-1927) - Chevaux devant l’Auberge Lindenborg, 1881, huile sur toile, 45 x 65 cm, SMK

[francepittoresque]

18 janvier 1803 : mort de mademoiselle Clairon ➽ http://bit.ly/Mademoiselle-Clairon Une séance unique au théâtre, quelques coups d’oeil furtivement jetés d’une fenêtre voisine sur l’appartement où mademoiselle Daugeville s’exerçait à la danse et à la partie mimique de son art, déterminèrent à l'âge de 11 ans son vif penchant pour la scène

[verdiprati]

Get someone who looks at you the way Clairon looks at the Countess

(p.s. Capriccio is still free to watch on the Met Opera site until 6:30 p.m. EDT today, May 8)