Sunday afternoon

[mojosmom]

I actually went to the Art Institute before the opera, intending to see the Hopper/Homer exhibition again. In the event, I didn't, because by the time I got there, the next available time would have been just about when I would have to leave to go to the pre-opera lecture. So instead, I just wandered about taking pictures.

On the way to the Harris Theatre, I stopped to watch the installation of the Nichols Bridgeway, which will connect the Art Institute's new Modern Wing to Millennium Park. (This has been going on all weekend; I don't know how long it will take.)



So, the opera. Aaaarrrgghhhh! My favorite opera, and they ruined it! I actually walked out at intermission (some people left even earlier). See, I don't mind updating, when it has a purpose, and when it fits with the psychology and relationships in the libretto. Don Giovanni in a sex club doesn't. What are Donna Anna and her father doing there? If Musetto brings Zerlina to a sex club, he certainly shouldn't be upset if someone tries to seduce her. And ex-nun Donna Elvira in dominatrix drag? The whole thing was ridiculous. So I came home and made a spinach and mushroom quiche for dinner and did my Italian homework.