Containing Multitudes Since 2004
I knew who Beaton was but never thought of myself as a fan until seeing this series on this blog. And it's not because he's flawless--the ripe aroma of cheese is strong in much of his work, but somehow it's part of the appeal. The second piano with the keyboard visible, just in case we missed the point. The overall impression of glamour (lots of money with a modicum of taste--this shot looks like it was taken in a very expensive hotel or private home, not in a performance or rehearsal space). And Gershwin looks too pleased with himself to be particularly dignified, in spite of his clothing and the surroundings. Overall the picture reflects that era in the first half of the twentieth century that featured a transatlantic nexus of old world sophistication with new world energy. With neither, truth be told, coming off that well in terms of emotional depth.
I wish my brother Ira was here.
I always thought George Gershwin's An American In Paris and the other one, er, uh... Rhapsody in Blue were beyond-his-reach stabs at immortality - collages of interesting but amateurish noises and flourishes but... ah, BUT... the love songs. But Not for Me, Our Love is Here to Stay, Someone to Watch Over Me and countless others have more than endured the passage of cruel time.
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