This month of all months, OC chose to visit her state-side, tri-state family and spent the last week bundled in Givency sable, reading Dante, Boccaccio and Petrarch by firelight while plowing through rapidly-defrosting refrigerators, listening to Hurricane Sandy's electricity-sucking aftermath on a battery-powered radio and reintroducing herself to a well-loved Schirmer library on her Steinway & Sons baby grand -- like ye olde timey days when women made curtains from last season's tailleur and men set their watches to passing trains.
Now that we're back online (and sending heat, internet, cable, hot water, light and refrigerated-food-filled thoughts to our less-fortunate tri-staters), we want to share this gem of our most revered Carlo Maria Giulini losing his sh*t in a way that makes us thankful for the transcendent powers of Beethoven's Ninth. Tl;dr-ers can fast forward to 3:40. Keep your handkerchiefs handy.