Alchemists of the opera
It is not easy to remain quiet and immobile in the chair that moves me from the known world of the XXI century to La Mancha in 1500. It is a journey through the alchemy of makeup driven by Azahara, the person in charge of conducting this strange carriage. For an hour and a half a flurry of patches, sprays, creams and other cosmetics mysteries will colonize the skin of my face, which I leave abandoned in the hands of our chef. At the end of the journey Don Quijote has left me completely aside, and this is a transformation that Aisha Zehni has chased and captured with her camera. The return trip is even more painful, I end up missing my character and get rid of this borrowed skin with longing to reconnect with it soon. And as after a party, there are only echoes remaining, scraps of white dye on my hair and some shadows over the eyes that refuse to leave but will be escaping through that place without name that collects the waters of all showers .
Photos: Aisha Zehni