Spitball Army

Holy time capsule! Where did some of these artists go? Rees Shad? Gillman Deaville? (Who is Rees Shad, anyway?)

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She sat, firm as a kettle drum,
As the Asian college girls lay on blankets at her feet
Studying organic chemistry.

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This photograph was taken at the Boston Hatch Shell, during an outdoor shoot for the film Yes, Giorgio, in June of 1981.

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At one of the three breaks between acts, I took an exploratory excursion down the many staircases that spiraled toward the basement. The Met, between acts, is one big 15-minute speed-party out in the lobbies, and all of the people are beautiful. My inner voyeur found it nearly as entertaining as the opera. I tried to spot celebrities, but saw none. Budgeting time for the climb back to my aerie, I went in to use the basement men’s room.

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Then, at the curtain call, the singers came out individually and the Met audience clapped their approval, measurable by the loudness of their clapping. The audience here did the same. How odd that was, as if they were trying to communicate their admiration for the performance to the shadows on the screen.

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