Carlos Acosta in ‘Gloria’

Before this, I looked around the mass of flowing people, targeting blonde hair. She became, for a miniscule portion of a second, the young, the old, the middle-aged and both the beautiful and homely. All of which would have made her blush, at the very least. 

Asphodel Meadows as a kind of endlessly-reflecting mirror put my brain in a blender. The movement, costumes and dancing made sense for me like this. And I loved it. Whether or not this was its intention, I don’t know. As far as I’m concerned it’s in my realm and therefore I’ll knead the dough. 

She liked Enigma Variations.

Gloria was tagged under ‘Hable Con Ella’ by Almodóvar. There’s no question about it or else, I can’t help it. It was enhanced by such contortions and falls (among them, the ones that drop “into” the horizon) that erupted with the concept, for me, as powerfully and lushly as a volcano. 

*I let myself get carried away by metaphor, sorry.