#Cesare is a dramatic diva

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I’m obsessed. Entirely consumed.

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Soprano Maria Pedrini - Norma "Casta Diva" (Scena, Aria e Cabaletta) Live 1952

She studied at the Accademia di Santa Cecilia in Rome with Edvige Ghibaudo, and made her debut in November 1931 at the Teatro Adriano in Rome as Elena in Boito's "Mefistofele". At the Opera of Rome she appeared as Mozart's Countess in 1934. In 1936 she sang in the premiere of Malipiero's "Giulio Cesare". Her La Scala debut took place in 1939 as Fattoumah in Rabaud's "Marouf" and in 1946 she sang at La Scala in the first stage performance after the Second World War as Abigaile. In 1953 at the Opera of Rome she sang in the world premiere of "Medea" by Canonica Her repertoire included Aida, Amelia in "Un Ballo in Maschera",Elvira in "Ernani", Elena in "I Vespri Siciliani", the Trovatore and Forza Leonora, Elisabetta in "Don Carlos", Desdemona, Norma,Beatrice di Tenda, Paolina in "Poliuto", Lucrezia Borgia, Rossini's Mathilde and Amaltea / Sinaide in "Mosè in Egitto", Tosca, Gioconda, Maddalena, Asteria in Boito's "Nerone", Refice's "Cecilia", Chrysotemis,and Elisabeth in Tannhäuser. She retired from the stage early in 1957. She is certainly of those who should be classified as a dramatic soprano with agility.

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Maria Jacobini in Beatrice Cenci (1926) by Truus, Bob & Jan too! Via Flickr: Italian postcard by G.B. Falci Ed. for Unica - Ciocolato Talmone al latte. Photo: Pittaluga Film. Maria Jacobini in Beatrice Cenci (Baldassarre Negroni, 1926). Among the Italian divas, Maria Jacobini (1892-1944) was an island of serenity, as Vittorio Martinelli expressed it, the personification of goodness, of simple love. Her weapon was her sweet and gracious smile. However, in some Italian and later German films, she could also play the vivacious lady, the femme fatale, the comedienne, the hysterical victim, and the suffering mother or wife. Maria Jacobini was born in Rome, Italy, in 1892. She was the sister of actress Diomira Jacobini. Their older sister Bianca had also started as an actress but had interrupted her career after four films. Maria studied at the Accademia di Arte Drammatica di S. Cecilia, where her teachers were Virginia Marini and Eduardo Boutet. She made her stage debut at the company of Cesare Dondini Jr., where she mainly played secondary parts. She was noticed by Ugo Falena, artistic director of the film company Film d'Arte Italiana. He offered her work in the silent cinema. Her first short films were Lucrezia Borgia/Lucretia Borgia (Ugo Falena, 1910) featuring diva Francesca Bertini, and Beatrice Cenci (Ugo Falena, 1910), but her first important role was in Cesare Borgia (Gerolamo Lo Savio, 1912) again starring Bertini. In 1912, Maria started to work at the Savoia company of Turin, as a seductive man-eater in short films like Pantera/Panther (1912), La zingara/The gypsy (Sandro Camasio, 1912), and L'onta nascosta/The hidden shame (1912). From 1913 on, she played her more dramatic roles as the lead in Giovanna d'Arco/Joan of Arc (Ubaldo Maria del Colle, 1913) and Ananke (Nino Oxilia, 1915) with Leda Gys and her sister Diomira Jacobini. Jacobini worked for pioneering film studios like Pasquali and Celio. Maria gave good performances in the melancholic Come le foglie/Like the Leaves (Gennaro Righelli, 1916) based on Giuseppe Giacosa's stage play, and in the touching Addio Giovinezza/Good-bye Youth (Augusto Genina, 1918). She made a series of films with director Gennaro Righelli such as Il viaggio/The Journey (1921), based on a novel by Luigi Pirandello, and Cainà - la figlia dell'isola/Cainà - the Daughter of the Island (1923), shot in Sardinia. After the First World War, the Italian film industry was in a deep crisis, and director Gennaro Righelli and his star Maria Jacobini decided to move to Germany. In Berlin, the new centre of the European film industry, Jacobini and Righelli were enlisted by producer Jakob Karoll and they founded a separate company called Maria Jacobini GmbH. Jacobini first starred in Bohème - Künstlerliebe/Bohème - Artists Love (Gennaro Righelli, 1923), playing the tormented and suffering Mimi. Her film partner was Wilhelm Dieterle, who would later become known as Hollywood director William Dieterle. She often performed in Righelli's German films and other directors' films. Jaap Speyer directed her in Bigamie/Bigamy (1927), Robert Dinesen in Ariadne im Hoppegarten (1928) with Alfred Abel, Richard Oswald in Villa Falconieri (1928) opposite Hans Stüwe, and by Fedor Ozep in the German-Russian coproduction Der lebende Leichnam/Zhivoy trup/The Living Corpse (1929), based on the play by Leo Tolstoy. These productions were shot all over Europe, and Jacobini even filmed in Africa for Die Frauengasse von Algier/The Street of Women of Algiers (Wolfgang Hoffmann-Harnisch, 1927) with Camilla Horn. In the second half of the 1920s, Maria Jacobini performed also in a few Italian films such as La bocca chiusa/Shut up(Guglielmo Zorzi, 1925) opposite Lido Manetti a.k.a. Arnold Kent and Carmen Boni, Beatrice Cenci (Baldassarre Negroni, 1926), and Il carnevale di Venezia/The carnival of Venice (Mario Almirante, 1928). In France, she did Maman Colibri/Mother Hummingbird (Julien Duvivier, 1929) with Franz Lederer. It was her final silent film. With the coming of the sound cinema, Jacobini's roles became marginal, though she continued to play in films until her death. In 1937 she became a teacher in acting at the new Roman film academy Centro Sperimentale di Cinematografia, where she gave lessons to new stars and actresses such as Alida Valli and Clara Calamai. Her final film was La donna della montagna/The Mountain Woman (Renato Castellani, 1943) with Marina Berti. aria Jacobini died a year later, in 1944 in Rome. She was 52. Sources: Vittorio Martinelli (Le dive del silenzio), Caterina Cerra (Treccani - Italian), Wikipedia (English and Italian) and IMDb. And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.

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A Gentlemen’s Agreement Epilogue

A Supernatural Denny AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/ Benny Lafitte

Other characters: Pamela, Jesse, Caesar, Crowley, Balthazar, Meg, Jo, Lee, Lisa, Sam (mentioned), Drea OFC, Robbie and SJ OMCs, Deanna OFC

Word count: 2340

A/N: Enjoy! xoxo Stu

Brunch

    The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. The remnants of the early snowstorm had left soggy lawns and damp sidewalks. Benny pulled up to the restaurant and parked on the curb, smiling over at Dean. He waited patiently. 

    “You sure this is a good idea?” Dean squinted in the midday light.

    “Been dying to meet ya. Figured it’s only fair, I met your folks, you can meet my people too,” Benny said simply. “But I’m not gonna force ya.”

    “I just, I’m not used to being out in public. In numbers,” Dean sputtered.

    Benny raised a single eyebrow at him. “Well, I guess this is your best shot to try it out, dontcha think?”

    “What if they don’t like me? I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends,” Dean explained the root of the problem.

    “I like you, they will too. Just relax, be your charming self and if you don’t know what to say, you can just keep eating.” Benny put his hand on Dean’s thigh, squeezing just so.

    Dean growled out a sigh. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

    Like that could make an uncomfortable situation worth it. Benny smirked at Dean’s logic, waiting for his face to soften from grouchy to amiable. Once Dean relaxed, Benny kissed him, just long enough to keep him flustered and climbed out of the truck.

     They approached a large round table midway along the heated patio, where four people were already seated.

A raven haired woman waved them over. “My good Benjamin, did you bring a straight boy to brunch, just for me?!”

“Pammy!” Benny leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya darlin', but ain't nothing straight about this'n."

 “Hey, now! Can’t a guy speak for himself?!” Dean snipped defensively as he sat in the spot beside Benny.

Everyone laughed. Pamela raised her eyebrow in question.

Dean licked his lips and put on the smolder, “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m taken.”

“Wait, this--- THIS is your sassy mechanic?!” Crowley leaned forward, extending his hand, his English brogue gruff and pandering. “Nice to finally meet you, handsome.”

       Dean gave Benny the side eye and all Benny could do was shrug coyly. Dean shook the man’s hand, trying not to show his discomfort from his lingering glances. Benny made the rest of the introductions, Jesse and Cesar were also a couple, but had been married for a few years. They seemed to be waiting on someone before they ordered. The group sipped their cocktails with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary in the center of the kitsch tablecloth.

Benny poured Dean a generous portion of the red drink and slipped seamlessly into the conversation. Dean sucked the palmeto out of an olive and listened casually, not too sure where he fit in this part of Benny’s life.

Twenty minutes later a rail of a guy swaggered in, with oversized aviators and a black linen suit. 

“Oh, thank Christ for booze,” he huffed, grabbing Dean’s glass without even acknowledging Dean was there. The blonde chugged the entire drink, before breaking for air. “I just had the worst hook up of my life, no, well, the year at least. He took me to his mother’s house. She tried to make me breakfast. I was simply mortified. I just left. What could I even do at that point, honestly?!”

Now that his audience had his attention back, the man gawked at Dean. He even pulled down his sunglasses for a better look. “Now who the fuck is this? Is it show and tell?! Because I am not prepared in the least.” 

He casually patted at his hair and eyed Dean from top to toe. Benny chuckled, but Pamela was the one to make the introduction.

“Balthazar, our regular hangover diva. Meet Dean, Benny’s boy toy,” she deadpanned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh you can’t be serious,” Balthazar lamented, looking from Pam to Benny to Crowley and finally at Dean. “Fuck you southerners and your goddamn accents--- always gets the hotter ones,” he muttered defensively as he threw himself against the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs.

“Well, now that we’re all here,” Cesar ended the dramatics concisely. “Maybe somebody should find our waitress?”

Dean looked at Benny confused. “We’re always here for a while, she doesn’t bother us until we’re actually ready to order. Tend to annoy her otherwise.”

Crowley volunteered as he needed to head to the men’s room anyhow. Five minutes later he arrived with an obviously surly waitress.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Meg’s smokey voice broke through Balthazar's latest story. She centered herself between Cesar and Crowley’s seat and cocked her hip, tongue firmly in cheek as she waited for Dean to take her bait.

“Heya, Meg,” Dean sighed. The inevitable caught up with him after all, they just had to run into someone he knew.

“Oh, this has got to be good, now, pray tell, how do you two know each other?” Crowley probed.

“Oh me and this schmuck? We go way back.” Meg smiled without teeth.

“Is that so?” Benny tested the waters.

“Not like that,” Dean grumbled. “Meg, here, took my little brother Sammy out for a few spins, back in the day. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? It was high school.” Meg let her indifference coat her entire being until curiosity sparked to life in her eyes. “So what are you doing with this crowd, or did they bring you in just to add a new level of torture to my Sunday shifts?”

“Well---.” Dean swallowed, looked at Benny for clarification and got mild amusement instead. “I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“Joy,” Meg bristled before taking their orders, knowing most of the table’s usuals before they even opened their mouths.

News

    Benny rushed into the customer entrance of the shop, the wet October air had kept the service doors closed for the past week. He leaned against the counter, decorated in local business cards and charity fliers, anxiously waiting for someone to talk to. His chest was so tight he worried he’d pass out from excitement. He just needed to see him was all, once he saw Dean it would be easier.

    Lee sauntered in from the service bay, they both had drawn the short straw it seemed.

    “Hey, mind getting Dean for me? It’s important,” Benny asked, unable to keep the burning smile from his face.

    Lee eyed him curiously but nodded and headed back the way he came. He didn’t shout, not really. “Dean-o, your boyfriend’s looking for ya.”

    Dean unfurled himself from the engine he had been tinkering with all morning and glared at Lee.

    “Husband, whatever, seems urgent,” Lee acquiesced. Dean nodded and wiped his hands off on the closest rag. Dean pulled his wedding band out from his undershirt out of habit more than anything. He couldn’t wear it on his hands at work, but he didn’t want to lose it so Benny made him a braided leather necklace once they got back from their honeymoon.

    Dean ignored formality and walked straight into the waiting room. Once he saw the look on Benny’s face he knew what was happening.

    “It’s go time?” He asked, shock and exhilaration sparking his instinct to move.

    “It’s go time, cher. Lisa called me on the way to the hospital. Sam’s driving her from the office. Her water broke about 9:30,” Benny explained, the nervousness slipping into his cadence.

    “Alright, I’m gonna clean up, you want me to drive?” Dean asked, gauging the unsteadiness in his usually stalwart husband.

    “That’s probably best, yeah,” Benny agreed. 

Dean leaned in and kissed him firmly, resting his forehead against Benny’s temple before pulling away.“Hey, we got this, alright? That kid is gonna be so spoiled having you for a daddy, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking, gonna have you wrapped around their finger before they can even crawl,” Benny teased back, inhaling with contentment.

Dean headed back to warn his coworkers that he had a baby on the way and to clean up enough to be allowed into a hospital. Jo followed Dean out into the lobby. Quickly, she hugged Benny before demanding regular updates to the group chat.

“Alright, get out of here, we’ve got you covered for the rest of the week. Let me know and I will put in paternity leave as soon as everyone’s home, okay?” Jo got all professional about things as Dean left.

“Oh, right, shit. Well, I guess I’ll let you know when you can come over and---,” Dean started before Benny pulled him by his elbow.

“We should be goin’” Benny urged. Dean looked at Jo one last time and nodded.

This was it.

   Dean held Benny’s hand the whole way to the hospital, their grip tightening every so often, grounding them both. Because Lisa was a friend and the surrogacy was looser than most circumstances, both Benny and Dean were allowed in the delivery room. They were the best cheerleaders a birth mom could have ever asked for. Seven hours later, one chubby baby girl entered the world screaming to high heaven and splitting her fathers’ hearts open for an entirely new level of love and devotion.

    Mary Andrea Lafitte-Winchester, or Drea for short, was a happy and healthy little girl. And an overprotective big sister to her twin brothers, Samuel Joel and Robert Fergus, who came along four years later.

Sunset

    They’re old men now. Dean is five years retired, while Benny works the register for their sons on the weekends. Both of their hands aren’t what they used to be. But they keep busy. Drea is bringing the kids round tomorrow, it’s the start of summer break and Dean’s been dying to teach her kids to fish.  

    Dean went grey after he turned fifty, but it hasn’t changed since, in color at least. Benny’s beard is as white as Santa Claus and he hides what little hair he has left under a cap. They’re both a little rounder, a little lower to the ground, but they got that way together and neither of them notice it on one another anyhow.

       Every year they visit Jesse and Cesar in Arizona for New Year's. Though they fly more than make the drive these days.

        They still take turns cooking the meals and the movie nights from their early days resurfaced into movie afternoons when their kids moved out. Dean can’t hear for shit anymore and, naturally, Benny makes fun of him for it. But Dean’ll put in his hearing aids if company is over.

 It’s early evening in the beginning of June and the bugs are orchestrating quite the soundtrack to their time on the porch. Dean pours his whiskey. Benny’s already sipping his sweet tea, his medications don’t let him drink much anymore. Jo’ll come by on Sunday, along with SJ and his wife and Robbie. Sam and Jess usually make it to every other dinner or so.

    “Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?” Dean teases, once a flirt always a flirt.

    “Not at all, cher. It’s a helluva view,” Benny glances at his husband, watches Dean take in the peaches and pinks kissing the slopes of the fields. They sit like that for an hour, until the dark is too thick to see through. Groaning and creaking they stand in turn. Dean keeps his hand on the small of Benny’s back as they head inside for the night, steadying them both.

    They moved their bedroom to the ground floor after Dean’s heart attack, a lot less worry about making it upstairs that way. After being married forty years, Dean still makes jokes about it being Benny’s place. But it’s always been his home. He kisses Benny goodnight, makes it a little saucy because he can. He’s the first to close his eyes.

    In the morning Benny makes waffles and tofu bacon. Dean pretends he can’t taste the difference, fooling no one. They make out while the sink fills for the dishes, too few to run the machine. Benny gets handsy first and Dean tries to squirm into the upperhand. They’re interrupted by a car pulling in the drive.

    “Busted,” Benny whispers.

    “You’re the one who wanted kids,” Dean grumbles against Benny’s neck, an old, unfounded retort.

    “Yeah, but the grandkids---,” Benny starts.

    “Were made to be spoiled,” Dean finishes and kisses Benny once more. Drea’s yelling at her kids to slow down before her dads even make it outside to greet them. Her eyes, blue as her daddy’s are tired. They don’t envy her the school aged years. Dean bends down as baby Deanna, who’s nearly four, comes crashing into his arms. He pulls her up and holds her tight, reminds him of her mama and he can’t help but get a little weepy over the passing years. 

    “It’s so good to see you, baby girl.” Benny pulls his daughter into a hug before helping with their bags. The older kids don’t come inside until it’s time to eat, climbing through the barn and splashing in the creek until they’re soaked. But Deanna sticks with her Grandpa on a simple stroll, while Pappy and Mama catch up.

    Dean still has the jacket he bought from Benny, though the pants are long gone. He’ll leave it to Robbie when the time comes, when his son finds himself a stud that’s worth settling down for. If that’s what he chooses. 

    For now, Dean lets his granddaughter pick up every rock and stick she finds and examines it to the nth degree. He explains what he can about each one. She’s very curious. He even lets her wipe her chubby little hands on his pants’ leg when she needs to. They get back to the house just in time to start dinner, but before they go inside Dean takes a mental picture of his husband on the porch, their daughter beside him and his granddaughter running past him.

   It is a helluva view after all. 

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#Blog New Post has been published on http://www.titoslondon.in/amal-clooney-steals-limelight-from-george-clooney-as-she-flaunts-her-baby-bump-in-a-ravishing-versace-gown/

Amal Clooney steals limelight from George Clooney as she flaunts her baby bump in a ravishing Versace gown

Amal Clooney was a stunner at the Cesar Awards! (Source: AP Photo)

Flaunting a baby bump seems to be a trend now, and how! From Kareena Kapoor Khan to Genelia D’Souza, and supermodel Carol Gracias to small screen actress Shveta Salve — 2016 saw many B-town divas taking a plunge as they confidently posed and walked the ramp with their baby bumps in designerwears. Lebanese lawyer Amal Clooney seems to be the latest addition to that clan!

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Pregnant with twin babies, Clooney took the maternity style statement to a new high as she showed off her baby bump in a gorgeous floor-sweeping gown and stole the limelight from her actor-husband. The 39-year-old posed with George Clooney as they arrived hand-in-hand at the 42nd edition of the Cesar Awards.

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Dressed in a custom Atelier Versace couture gown, Clooney elegantly pulled off a figure-hugging strapless white gown with a feather detailing. The designer dress got a tad bit dramatic at its hem with white, gray, ombre and black feathers. Not just her ensemble, but her face also had a certain glow that brightened up her sartorial style for the day. Check out her look here:

George Clooney held Amal Clooney’s hand at the 42nd Cesar Film Awards ceremony. (Source: AP Photo)

Her accessories were on point too. Clooney complemented her outfit with silver-white dangling earrings, a bejeweled cuff and a white clutch.

George Clooney and Amal Clooney posed for the shutterbugs. (Source: AP Photo)

Clooney’s make-up went perfectly with her fashion statement and the curls at the end of her tresses looked sensational. We think her glossy red lips added an oomph to the dress.

Amal Clooney looked stunning in her Versace gown. (Source: AP Photo)

The human rights barrister was even seen carrying a white fur shrug before arriving to the ceremony.

George Clooney and Amal Clooney held each other affectionately. (Source: AP Photo)

The star couple were spotted holding each other affectionately and even went on to talk about the maternity. “We are really happy and really excited. It’s going to be an adventure. We’ve sort of embraced it all… with arms wide open,” Clooney told the French programme Rencontres de Cinema. The pair, who exchanged vows in September 2014, is expecting their twins in June.

We think Clooney totally nailed the red carpet look! What do you think?

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"Händel: Arias from Julius Caesar" is the recommended recording of the day. · Recorded at Decca Studio No.3, West Hampstead in London on July 1963. Under Richard Bonynge conducting the New Symphony Orchestra of London. The cast includes Marilyn Horne, Margreta Elkins, Monica Sinclair and Richard Conrad. · The baroque period opera seria 'Giulio Cesare in Egitto' debuted on Feb 20, 1724. It was an immediate sucess. One of the most of Händel's popular operas, perhaps because the way he applied dramatic effect to his characters. *Highlights to: · "Tu la mia stella sei". Act 1, Cleopatra resolves to woo Cesar over to her side and favour; · "V'adoro pupille". Act 2, Cleopatra seduces Caesar; · "Venere bella". Act 2, Cleopatra begs Venus, the godess of love to help on her wooing; · "Piangerò la sorte mia". Act 3, Cleopatra imprisoned, mourns her fate; · "Da tempeste il legno infranto". Act 3, Cleopatra triumphs over Ptolemy's death. · *Cover pic: Joan as Cleopatra from performance in Hamburg, 1968. · #Recording #ClassicalMusic #Opera #OperaSinger #OperaHouse #InstaOpera #OperaLover #Concert #Recital #BelCanto #Baroque #Stage #Costume #Composer #GeorgFriedrichHandel #Handel #GiulioCesare #Cleopatra #Decca #Portrait #Dramatic #Coloratura #Soprano #Dame #JoanSutherland #LaStupenda #Diva #PrimaDonna #Legend #1960s https://www.instagram.com/p/CEPWbVehLEj/?igshid=11940hxtodiru

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Decca gathered a first class singers to Joan's Lucia recording - Cesare Ciepi, Robert Merrill and Renato Cioni. · Gramophone's review on Joan's part in November 1961: "Sutherland is without rival today in her command of the vocal arts - trills, scales and arpeggios, messa di voce, glissando. Her tone is beautiful, and each year becomes sweeter, rounder and fuller, in both gentle and brilliant passages. Her interpretation of Lucia is a fully conceived study, tremendously effective in the theatre, and a good deal of this comes over on the record. In this performance, passage after passage is melting, exquisite, dazzling, breathtaking. · After the first take of the mad scene, a member of the orchestra shouted "Brava!" before the red light went out. "That was wonderful!" called the Recording Director. · #ClassicalMusic #Opera #OperaSinger #OperaHouse #InstaOpera #OperaLover #Concert #Recital #BelCanto #Baroque #Stage #Costume #Composer #GaetanoDonizetti #LuciadiLammermoor #Debut #MetOpera #Portrait #Dramatic #Coloratura #Soprano #Dame #JoanSutherland #LaStupenda #Diva #PrimaDonna #Legend #1960s https://www.instagram.com/p/CGkE0NWBtyT/?igshid=iktvlxn7nqla

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Joan Sutherland rehearsing Händel's Giulio Cesare with Margreta Elkins (mezzo soprano) and Norman Ayrton (theatre instructor, producer). London, Jun 1963. · #ClassicalMusic #Opera #Rehearsal #Stage #BelCanto #Baroque #Composer #GeorgFriedrichHandel #GiulioCesare #Producer #NormanAyrton #MezzoSoprano #MargretaElkins #Dramatic #Coloratura #Soprano #Dame #JoanSutherland #LaStupenda #PrimaDonna #Diva #Legend #1960s https://www.instagram.com/p/B43S6qhB0PV/?igshid=1k200dhsr6dm5

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Joan portrays Cleopatra from Giulio Cesare in Egitto by Händel. · Complete scenes here 👇 https://youtu.be/WR036jdHc_4 · #Baroque #BelCanto #Opera #ClassicalMusic #Music #Portrait #Photography #Composer #Handel #GiulioCesare #Cleopatra #Costume #Dramatic #Coloratura #Soprano #Dame #JoanSutherland #LaStupenda #PrimaDonna #Diva #1960s https://www.instagram.com/p/B0BLjKBh7qW/?igshid=12gu9hhlmpodi