I can' stop thinking about il castratos. I keep reading about Farinelli and Caffarelli articles. People in the audience would faint listening to them sing. They could hold a note for a minute or longer. They had wacky stage names and were the toast of Europe. They threw tantrums. They were the pop stars of their day. What's not to like?
...ineluctable, strange, desirable thing of star quality...
I'm going to do some more pictures based on the castrato concept.
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