Save it: "Peelk" is a typo of mashed keys, but it's so super kewl, so sit on it! Suck it dot com. Sometime in the not so distant past, one of the artsy-fartsy channels aired a short French documentary, "Une Rencontre avec Natalie Dessay", on our favorite petite opera diva, Natalie Dessay. We say the documentary was short...not because the five-footish singer is so pocket-sized, but because one hour of Dessay fabulousness is just not enuff!!11! Just when you're finishing your second glass of Brunello di Montalcino, she rips it from your hand, throws you your Brioni cape, calls you a taxi, and slams the front door in your face. That Dessay is shameless!!
The documentary followed la Dessay through a handful of performances, from an d'Aix-en-Provence recital to her 2004 Santa Fe debut in la Sonnambula. She spoke about her inflamed nodes, her kids, her religion, and all the rewards and sacrifices of being an ^*artist*^. Below we ripped the screencaps so you, too, can bathe in the glory of Dessay.
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(^^^^above: omg so fierce!)
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(^^^^above: a close-up of her make-up artist's secksay Magen David)
(^^^^above: her cute little mousie kids!)
(above: looking very J-Lo circa 1996 in L.A. Lakers t-shirt and silver hoops)
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omg, heweyll yaes!