In contrast to Jonas Kaufmann’s Otello at Covent Garden, Anna Netrebko has been dipping into the shoe polish in Salzburg’s Aida.
Some pictures are lighter than others but this screen grab seems true to life:
So why are the usual suspects not howling foul? It is because the director is impeccably Iranian? Because the conductor is irreproachably Verdian? Or because Anna Netrebko gave a performance of such conviction that no-one noticed what colour she was?