Saturday, 21 April 2018

Back To Black

So, after my brief sojourn into Hamburg's Sin City noir, I planned my return to tecnicolour with a visit to Manchester's Royal Exchange Theatre for an evening performance of Frankenstein.

It wasn't quite a hasty return to full-colour, as it turned out, since the stage-set was black and stark, with minimal lighting to brighten the shadows.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort -Frankenstein, Royal Exchange Theatre.

Seated in the very first row of the audience, low to the ground and within touching distance, it certainly felt as though I was in the middle of the play itself - thankfully closer to the grim gothic horror of the original Mary Shelley story (just 19 years old when she wrote it) than the Hammer Horror films of the 1970s!

Shane Zaza was magnificent in the role of the tortured, brilliant young Frankenstein, haunted by the reality of his own making and a creation that clawed beyond his control.  Harry Atwell, playing the creature (never called Frankenstein, of course) drew both repulsion and sympathy, created in innocence to become monster and murderer.  I must mention, too, Nicola Sloane who did a brilliant job of playing firstly Frankenstein's mother, secondly Professor Waldman (who encourages Franeknstein in his endeavours) and, thirdly, a lowly workhouse woman, witness in the trial of Justine who was framed for the murder of Frankenstein's brother by the monster.

With very minimal lighting and lots of dry-ice, it was impossible to get any photos of the play for the blog, sadly, but sometimes it is quite nice to sit and watch something without the constant stare and glare of smartphones flashing bright screens everywhere.  The only other photo I got was at the end, where Frankenstein's clothes were left discarded on the stage, tattered and torn, like the remnants of a dream turned nightmare.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort -Frankenstein, Royal Exchange Theatre.
A brilliant evening, and a great chance to catch up with friends, too, post-Hamburg.

It was only last month that I visited Stockport for the town's monthly Vintage Fair, but after mentioning it to a couple of friends it was decided that we'd meet up again for some vintage shopping and, of course, cakes.

So, after the dark delights of Hamburg and Frankenstein, it was a real change to find Stockport town centre in lovely bright Spring sunshine.

As last time, there were plenty of lovely old cars parked outside the old Market Hall.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
 I had a good look around the market again, still hoping to find a suitable vintage-styled hat for my new bespoke Harris Tweed suit, but sadly it remains illusive.  Nevertheless, the bright weather did at least give me chance to get some snapshots of my outfit - teemed with my high-heeled Natacha Marro fetish boots.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Harris Tweed suit and fetish boots.
Afterwards, there was (of course) time to have tea and cake at Highgate Cakery before heading home.  A fabulous weekend.






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