Nostalgic violin sounds

So The Krakow Opera decided to show Fiddler on the roof.

What is the most important it was performed in the open air.

As I perceive open spaces as the main way

to really open opera-

to make it more popular

and less highbrow

I was even more excited.

Especially that I really do love this musical.

This pic was taken

in Jewish-stylized cafe

before the performance.

The scenery was perfect.

It was not only situated in Jewish district,

but also in former municipal gaswork.

I dare to say that better scenery can not be found.

I am not objective

as I truly love this musical

and I was simply excited by every piece,

but still I think that Opera really did a good job this time.

It was humorous, but still kept in a proper atmosphere

with a hint of nostalgia.

Nostalgia for Jews who USED TO live here.

It reminded me about the campaign

"I miss you Jew"

when people were writing this sign

in places when Jews USED TO be present.

Such a thought was strongly expressed here as well

making it bitter-sweet in its taste.

As I saw the movie countless time

in the childhood

my personal nostalgia

followed the path.

As in the childhood

still now I had tears in my eyes

during Chava sequence.

Well, sunrise sunset,

but some things do not change.

Food, opera, symbolism and instagram

This is going to be a mixed post.

Maybe the last one. 

As I bought myself iPhone (she is called Anastazja :D )

 and started using Instagram

I will probably mostly use it for this kind of spam :)

Follow princess_lladia then :)

Last time posting cooking I promise.

Since now it all will go on Instagram!

Couscous balls

with vegetables

Eggplant casserole

To not look like a person

who only thinks about food (and clothes)

the pic of the book 

with my chapter about Lolita Fashion.

First time in the book!

And now two outfits.

This one is for the opera

The love for three oranges.

The adaption was not able to catch 

fairytale atmosphere,

but I still had fun.

Only fun I would add.

"Only" because the story about a prince

who goes on a journey to find three oranges

he fell in love with

has the much bigger potential!

This one was for the exhibition about Czech symbolism.

Matching dress, right:)

I was really excited for this exhibition.

It just made me think about the one I saw in Vienna

about Austrian symbolism.

Oh this was exactly where I met the painting

that attacked me so strongly I simply could not move.

I was almost terrified.

Still I can not look at this paining

(I mean postcard..)

for too long, because I finish completely out of tune.

Are you already curious?

Ok, it was Bernatzik's Eingang zum Paradeis.

Don't you know it?

Well, it is not famous or something.

Nothing special?

Well, just follow the way..

Follow it slowly, lose yourself there..

Still nothing?

Then maybe it is just me.

But I should be writing about the exhibition

about Czech symbolism...

I have not encountered Vienna deja vu, but

I dipped inside the fairytale world with Aquariuses,

wizards...but also death and dark figures.

Let's finish with Baudelaire's quote

At last my soul explodes! "Anywhere! Just so it is out of the world!"

(all poem)

OUT of the world.

Zum paradeis

(J.Mandl)

Poznan, Parsifal and Takarazuka

I would like to post a few pics

from my trip to Poznań.

I went there for the conference about Asia

for students and young scholars.

Program

My luggage

Anna Karenina for the long way

and my ballet shoes

to not miss my everyday's exercises

(have I written here that 

I started taking ballet lessons?) 

The conference was really interesting.

I listened to a lot of lectures

which were about the part of Asia

rather far from my academic field

and it is always so refreshing!

For example about Gagauz people

and the symbol of wolf in their culture.

It is also worth mentioning 

that I met one visual kei fan

which encouraged me

to explore Takarazuka world closer.

Even thought I enjoyed the idea 

of this theater for a long time

I did not have time/ motivation to look at it closer.

But oh gosh after seeing the character of Death

in Elisabeth I feel fully motivated to change it!

Death looking like Kamijo.

I am absolutely charmed by the idea of Death

looking like a beautiful, long-haired man

who continually follows my dear Sissi.

Sissi longed for Death. She was fascinated by it.

Was it because she imagined it as the delicate, 

but dangerous man,

mysterious and charming?

The Kingdom of Dead

with its secret charm

suited her better than

Austrian Empire

with stiff and plain Franz Joseph.

Watch this :3

Oh, I was going to write about Poznan.

So a few pics.

Love the colorful tenement houses.

This place.

Kaya. Satsuki. Memories:3

And finally: opera.

Of course I could not miss it.

I am so jealous!

Poznan has such a beautiful opera!

Perfectly located: close to the castle and park

and classical in its forms with sophisticated interiors.

Pegasus on the roof
taking you up with every sound

Inside

Chandelier

Together with my aunt I went
to see Wagner's Parsifal.
And what can I say..
this opera got the better of me.
Maybe not even opera itself,
but Wagner's music definitely did it.
It was my first time hearing his music live
and I am simply speechless.
When hearing it on my computer and on tv
it was always like
so that's Wagner, that's nice,
but live... omg it's so monumental, mighty..
you simply feel like losing ground..
I have no idea what the story was about...
in fact the production design was poor,
the same like costumes and singer's acting...
so it only helped me to forget
that this even has any plot..
The music won it all.
I just remember myself
when looking at this gorgeous chandelier
with the full surprise that it is still in its place.
How can it bear all this power without
the dramatic fall on the ground which this music deserved?

Rusalka, Bubble tea and random pics

Some daily pics :)

I like to post them for myself.

It makes me better remember

small moments.

But first of all:

Rusalka.

Cinema transmission:

live from Metropolitan Opera!

If you ask me what kind of opera I like..

I say: this kind!

Met's Rusalka is just this type.

Beautiful and nostalgic music,

unbelievable set design

(sometimes you just forget that it is "just the stage") 

and costumes.

And fairy tale atmosphere.

Dark fairy tale-like.

The story very similar to The Little Mermaid.

And Piotr Beczała as the prince.

And unforgettable Song to the Moon:.

I still can not even speak about it 

without emotions...

Above all I remember one scene:

Rusalka is left alone on dark castle stairs.

She knows that the prince has left her.

All is gone and they both can not escape 

from Jezibaba's curse...

At this moment

you feel that she should sing a dramatic aria.

Everything asks for this aria. Beg for it...

You almost hear it in your heart...

but she can not sing it loud,

because she has devoted her voice 

for Prince's love 

that is now gone.
There is nothing left.
Even aria can not be sung.
Her pain can not even reach this kind of sense.

Oh this it too sad to even think about it...
The lost voice of an opera heroine...
it is like taking the essence of her...
and taking it for nothing...

Anyway: my outfit from this day.

Except it

(and lots of uni work)

I spend my time on some

small pleasures.

Cooking

Cannelloni with spinach

Reading

Jane Austin when eating

cranberries in chocolate :3

Watching

(I can't even express

how much I love Frozen)

Meeting friends

Cakes

(Cafe looks nice,

but the cake was not that good...)

Bubble tea

with my best friend :3

My full outfit

And selfie xD

Food, books, movies so to

complete the post: music :3

Catch this :D

For the end of the day:
Macaroons bath :3

The Haunted Manor and Coppelia

The New Year was properly started with an opera

The Haunted Manor.

My outfit was dark

for the haunted manor.

Even if this manor was not that scary in fact ;)

One nice old lady said that

I looked like Coppelia.

Best compliment ever

as I really love that ballet.

Btw don't you think that Coppelia

is one of the saddest love story ever written?

And they call it comic ballet.

Franz fell in love with the girl

who showed up to be a doll.

He was forced to come back 

to reality,
his dream was harshly ended.

Castle of Dreams and Rose Twilight

were all at once destroyed

as Kaya sings in his beautiful

song Coppelia.

Is it so comic?

Oh gosh I was supposed to write

about The Haunted Manor

and I finished with Coppelia...

So going back to the main point:

gorgeous Aria with Carillon.

so sad so longing..

Listen to it here sang by an amazing Polish tenor

Piotr Beczała

here.

Tosca in Vienna

Continuing my Vienna spam..

Wiener Staatsoper :3

I will skip the detailed review

as I already wrote it in Polish (for my uni supervisor)

and don't feel like writing it once again.

Here I will limit myself to silly 'ah and oh' feelings :3

Vienna is really the city of classical music.

It is everywhere.

In Vienna opera really seems to be much more

popular and commercialized.

You can buy a ticket on the street.

You can also watch the live opera transmission

every evening on the screen which is situated on the building!

Such a magnificent idea!

We were going home one evening and we just stopped for a while 

to listen to Toreador's song from Carmen.

Oh gosh I want to live there!

You see how many people watch it.

We also visited Opera Museum

Here is me outside the Opera

We chose Tosca.

The cast was hanging outside and inside 

the building.

Interior

So beautiful.

Just after entrance you feel like being taken

to the other world.

Gold. Gold.

Here is the Tea Room

where Franz Joseph spent intermissions.

You can rent it for 500 euro/20 min.

+tea costs xD

Balcony

You can drink your intermission cafe here.

I absolutely love their toilets.

They had special room to check you make-up.

This is how the program looked.

Quite elegant,

but only synopsis was in English.

I like that you can choose the language of

your subtitles individually.

Shortly about the opera?

We chose classical Tosca.

Quite old, typical performance

with a wonderful cast (for this evening):

Marcelo Alvarez and Angela Gheorghiu.

I have never heard the tenor like him before.

He was easily reigning with his voice

over the orchestra.

She was a charming prima donna and innocent little girl

who killed when pressed to it.

Alvarez's E lucevan le stelle-

I will keep among my most beautiful memories.

You can listen him here

and angelic Angela here :3

The power of every masterpiece opera lies in the fact

that no matter how well you know libretto,

how many times you have watched the story

you will experience it once again

and finish with your heart half-broken.