Sir Frederick Ashton gives a new twist to an old story
Crepuscular clouds drift lazily across a Crayola orange sky. To the right, a mauve villa, ornamented by a dazzling splash of tropical trees; to the left, an azure pool, inviting in look but impossible in perspective. Four couples, paired in matching pinks, yellows, lilacs and greens, disport themselves playfully while the estate's elegant mistress lounges provocatively on a poolside chaise. Suddenly a stranger springs into this daydreamer's view of a motley Mediterranean paradise: a macho greaser in shades, tight white pants and black...
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