When you see a photo of Giorgio Morandi, you see a man who was always looking. Round, black glasses below a furrowed brow (or resting just above it); deep smile lines, the echo of a nose scrunched in ...
As regular readers know, I have reviewed many voice recitals from the Board of Officers Room at the Park Avenue Armory. It is a capital place for a voice recital: beautiful and intimate. Not until ...