[Brigitte Fassbaender, working with Carlos Kleiber, possibly on the 1979 “Rosenkavalier” in Munich.]
I’m not sure when I first saw this photo, it must have been in the early 1990s, probably in another biography or documentary. Probably it also had a proper date and a photographer to be credited attached.
Today, I stumbled upon it again, while watching the Carlos Kleiber documentary “Spuren ins Nichts” (Traces to Nowhere) on ARTE, at least for German and French IPs still available until June 27th as stream on demand.
It features Fassbaender together with other colleagues, friends and relative and is a very respectful homage that doesn’t try to resolve the riddle that was Kleiber, but simply collects experiences and memories. What I found most touching were the expressions of the people interviewed while they were shown old rehearsal footage of Kleiber at work. Even this echo is still magic.
The full photo, btw, is this one (displayed in the documentary around minute 50):
I apologize for being a day late with the weekly White Shirt. Over the weekend, I was out on a countryside wedding and offline and yesterday, I did what everyone with a Ph.D. on Assyrian Pottery does the week after the defense: signing up at the local Unemployment Office and taking the office workers’ looks when having to detail one’s work experiences and thesis topic: “Uhm, you worked on WHAT? And you teach classes on that? And wait, THIS is what they paid you? – Did you actually have a REAL job at some point?”
And then you have to spell “Assyrian” for them. – Really, and here I thought getting this title was the challenge. Probably it’s trying to live with it, and trying to make a living with it.