La Nozze di Frore

On a frosty, Friday evening, my partner and I braved the brutal cold to attend a performance of La Nozze di Figaro at the Met. It seemed as if we were not the only ones willing to step out into the arctic temps to take in a night at the opera.  The theatre was full.  Such outings are always welcomed, and this one was no different.  Figaro is a classic, and a little (ok, well a lot) of cold wasn't going to put a damper on it.  Aside from the often hypnotic and moving performances, I love going to the opera to view opera fashion.  People often think of the opera as stuffy and formal, however, the Met has no dress code.  People from all walks of life attend, both, young and old, all with their own sense of style that they bring to the evening.  Personally, I find it a great opportunity to wear all those clothes that usually sit idle in my closet.  Over the years, I have seen people wearing everything from jeans to tuxedos, and there is usually a good mix of everything in between such as cocktail dresses and suits.    At this showing, there were few gowns, hardly any tuxedos, or even suits for that matter.  What drove people's clothing choices on this cold, dark night was simply warmth.  Sweaters, heavy parkas, boots, scarves and hats dominated the David H. Koch Theater.  No one cared.  Everyone did their own thing without pretense.  The audience looked comfortable and cozy, and honestly, there wasn't a better way to enjoy this comedy during such frigid weather. 

As for myself, I finally found a place to wear that black velvet suit...