Can’t tear yourself away from the ongoing insanity that is/has been/and will, no doubt, continue to be coverage of the event known simply as The Royal Wedding? Somehow The Leaf, who much prefers the Fred Astaire version – Royal Wedding – has managed to escape most of it, notably resisting any urge to turn on the TV at 1 a.m. in Los Angeles to gawk at the proceedings. (And hello – the dress, designed by Sarah Burton, creative director of Alexander McQueen, who offed himself last year – was somewhat of a whoop. The lace, in any case, is supposed to be exquisite; and with the gown now out of the bag, it’s ubiquitously in print, online and on the air.)
Is this a picture of a happy, smiling bride? And what’s with the make-up?
Indeed, this scribe had more important things to do – like writing a review of Pat Graney Company’s reconstructed Faith. Onstage at REDCAT, the bastion of hip at the corner of 2nd and Hope Streets – its own little world within the Walt Disney Concert Hall building – the performance is worth the trek downtown. That said, click here to read my L.A. Times critique, the polar opposite of my Times review from a mere two days ago. To read the verbiage spewed on that – Eifman Ballet of St. Petersburg’s Don Quixote, or Fantasies of the Madman – click here.
In any case, it does seem to be a mad, mad, mad world, and one that requires an internal GPS to help navigate life’s rocky roads. That calls for a shot of Macallan 30. Care to join her? Bottoms up, everyone, and cheers!