Ahem. Excuse me. Can I have the attention of the class for one second?
Love is never having to say your sorry, so we're totally not sorry for the recent Opera Chic sabbatical. With Fashion Week and Carnivale at our backs, Milan spring means peeling back the cashmere scarves and swapping Hermès riding boots for Fratelli Rossetti loafers, shaking out wardrobes (in a country where closets are a premium) and giving a final hurrah before late spring opera houses curtain-down and Alto Adige treeline lodges shutter.
OC's been backstage the whole time, watching through the curtains (~creepy pasta~), and she's followed the most heartbreaking and illuminating stories of the last month. She's contributed to a bunch of industry and non-industry magazines and tripped over a few cobblestones, real and imaginary. Bruises yellowed, let the reboot commence with a shot of Lenny and family recently uncovered on the 'tubz, captured by Ken Regan in 1965 at a Beatles concert. Throw yo' fingers in yo' ears and hold 'em like you just don't care!
“When The Beatles returned to America in August, 1965, for their second tour and played the Sullivan show again, I got one of my favorites. Walking the aisles, one audience member caught my eye: an older man sitting with his fingers plugged in his ears to mute the high-pitched squeals. As I moved in for this terrific shot, I got a closer look and realized I was photographing the legendary composer and conductor Leonard Bernstein.”
Because this is how we do it.