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I saw The Double Life of Zefirino tonight, a one-man 'masque' (with dancers) about a castrato performed by a male soprano. The costumes were by James Ivory, and the choreography by Karole Armitage. The sets were from Milan. It was a fusion of theater, dance, and opera; or, as John puts it, 'it takes three art forms no one goes to see & creates a new one that no one goes to see.'
I would quote juicy bits from the program, but I burned it.