While trawling the Opéra website this morning (hey, did you know they have free lunchtime concerts?), I came across some happy news – the naked opera is back!

By way of explanation, I’m re-posting something from the way-back Blagueur archives.

Full Frontal Opera

Opera, where I come from, just ain’t right. It sits on a high shelf in the foreign food aisle of my Midwestern imaginary, alongside all the other expensive and weird things that you buy only for company.

So I was nervous when friends, over drinks, invited us to go. But then (sip) we’re in Paris. And we (sip) only live once. We’ll More >