Fatale Abstraction

Don't feel so bad, Detroit. TV's not so good anymore, either.


One hardly ever hears Concierto di Aranjuez these days, and how long's it been since anyone intoned unctuously about the richness of soft Corinthian leather? Well, that's too long, my darling.

Here's the whole thing reimagined, on the wings of gentle zephyrs and whatnot.