Boosey & Hawkes’ latest promotional email just crossed my transom and my first thought was, “Damn, what ensemble got the great photo shoot?” Seriously, on its face it’s nothing radical–just a group of people sitting/standing around looking moody in a richly appointed room. For classical music, this is not exactly a stretch beyond. And I mean, there’s a chandelier and an oil painting in the background. Why does this not feel stuffy in the usual way? Is it the lighting? The arty detail of the extra character with only her knees in view? Is it Tilda Swinton’s piercing gaze? Wait, Tilda Swinton?
Ah, yes, after a couple seconds I got that it was actually a plug for the summer release of I Am Love, an Italian film with a soundtrack built heavily on John Adams’s catalog. It is not in 3D. It does not smell of sunscreen and cosmos. I will be in that ticket line as soon as it comes to a theater near me. Much more my speed than that last one.
I was simultaneously scratching my head and marveling at your wonderfully poetic phrase “smell of sunscreen and cosmos”.
Then I realized that you meant the plural of the cocktail and not the known universe.
Now I want to know what the cosmos smells like. Especially when mixed with sunscreen.
Molly contemplates: Ha! Indeed.