this evening Opera House... beautiful, magnificent building, the power of architecture, the real one, of the masters who leave a mark on the world. the one that creates works of art to be admired, visited and experienced. The architecture that sets new standards of form. This place of life, that speaks to the senses, hosted a wonderful performance: the beauty of live music, of singing, of movements on stage... the opera..... the one that creates emotions.... the one that creates a memory. This place is a fairy tale...
the interior is a masterpiece of planes, surfaces, materials. Everything is skillfully combined. The interior is the architecture of forms, of design. It is the natural continuation of its exterior. There are no lights, or rather, everything is illuminated but the light sources are not visible, there are no chandeliers or even ceiling lamps, there are no posters, paintings, frescoes. But the spaces are filled by architecture. So the details of the materials, the shapes of the concrete, the strips of wood and the beams bent with their shape, in steel, fill the spaces with light and dark, full and empty. Beyond the glass is the sea and the landscape.
like in a cathedral with gothic features. I could have been like in fairy tales, in the belly of a whale, on the bridge next to Captain Kirk. Or maybe in a cave with walls worked over millennia... so many different shapes that remind of something organic, even if everything is "granite" it smells of nature.
the iconic external shape of the Opera. A masterpiece, a heritage, a place to admire, know and love…