In November 1975, the old Regent Rooms were less a studio than a chamber for wagers. Four musicians arrived with a score that refused to choose between the drawing room and the cheap seats. The gamble was not grandeur; it was precision, repeated until every entrance felt inevitable.
Ceremony begins in the details
The room was kept nearly black, save for a hard amber cut above the piano. Costumes were reduced to silhouette, gestures held to a measured angle, and each pause was given the dignity of a curtain. By the final take, restraint had made the spectacle larger than any ornament could.