It’s been an interesting weekend here. Weather miserably foggy and drizzly, but otherwise good times. THẢ DIỀU came over to watch Ariadne and Orfeo at the Canadian Opera Company, and she stayed at the DtO Manor in the Junction. On Saturday after the opera, we ended up at the Slack’s in the Village, which within minutes of our sitting down got mobbed with women and turned into a dance club. On Sunday we had a fast bike ride across the Islands and after went to the closing night screening of the Inside/Out Film Festival, which was the BBC adaptation of the The Night Watch, my favourite Sarah Waters novel.
I love the COC building, and I’m glad that Tha Dieu agreed. We also agreed that Renata Pokupić is fabulous. About many other things (relative merit of women watching at the Slack’s vs. thinking about your favourite sweet and sour soup; the Carmen staging with Kasarova and Jonas Kaufmann; cult status of the slow Diana Ross songs; getting up at 9 a.m. vs. getting up at noon; the pleasures of cycling through a busy city; what kind of awful is Renzo Martens‘s Enjoy the Poverty which we saw at the CineCycle in an alleyway off Spadina; the need for back-in-time narration in The Night Watch and many more) we productively disagreed.
COC looking stellar, and the two roving phantoms at the opera.
Being dragged all the way up to the fourth ring for a panoramic picture: