Komische Oper Berlin
Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk at Komische Oper Berlin
A concrete hellscape, a cycle of violence, and the particular genius of a piece that got its composer exiled.
Komische Oper Berlin
A concrete hellscape, a cycle of violence, and the particular genius of a piece that got its composer exiled.
Philharmonie Berlin
A Soviet homecoming, a film theme everyone knows, a tomb for the drowned - and the modern symphony that converted me.
Deutsche Oper Berlin
I walked into a football stadium braced for confrontation, and came out converted. On community, belonging, and what opera might learn from Köpenick
Staatsballett Berlin
A story told entirely in gesture, in a room where phones no longer wait for the final bow.
Deutsche Oper Berlin
A 20th-century flamenco legend on castanets, a conductor stealing a verse, a genre I'd never once encountered - and a door into Spanish opera I didn't know I'd been missing.
Deutsche Oper Berlin
A curtain opening onto a cross, living tableaus, and an evening so unexpectedly moving it has stayed with me ever since.
Metropolitan Opera
World-building in the largest opera house on earth—and a Puccini farewell that hit closer to home than expected.
A bold, stripped-back Carmen that reclaims, reframes, and reimagines—queer, critical, and culturally aware in all the ways opera should be today.
A searing, harrowing, emotionally devastating production that turns Mussorgsky’s opera into a portrait of complicity, grief, and the cost of silence.
A surreal meditation on loss and memory, Lash lingers in the echo of a vanished presence—fractured voices, flickering images, and the intimate textures of a body learning to live again.
A hallucinatory journey through guilt, lust, and liberation—set in a liminal world where spirits linger, identities blur, and music becomes a final act of grace.
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A lucha libre mask on the curtain, two gyms, one wrestling ring, and Rossini completely dismantled—then rebuilt into something that actually works today.
Balanchine in New York, Berlin in the audience—and a reminder not to take any of it for granted.
A gay Soviet defector, a ballet banned in Russia, a director now based in Berlin—and a premiere that felt like the most important cultural event of the season.
A man collapses outside a peep show, and spends the rest of the evening learning why. On shame, desire, and the particular wreckage of a man who never healed his inner child.
Two traditions, one stage, and the quiet insistence that spring, contradiction, and simultaneity don't need your permission.
A rotating enchanted forest, a Giovanni who bleeds through the whole opera, and the production that knocked the wind back into my opera-tired lungs.
An opera about not getting over a crush—and a production so gorgeous it makes 150-year-old heartbreak feel like yesterday.
Psychoanalysis as science fiction: rooms within rooms, each one a door into what you've buried—some doors you open, and some you don't.
Berlin’s queer aesthetics, stripped of queerness—a glossy appropriation where underground culture becomes set dressing for straight comfort.
A hypnotic descent into Berlin’s queer club culture—where wonder carries the weight of otherness, and belonging is never guaranteed.
Between night and light, between longing and annihilation, lies a space where love becomes both wound and salvation.
Between marble grandeur and moral decay, a centuries-old story of charm and cruelty becomes a mirror for power, privilege, and our age of artifice.