When you PAD you look around, you see things that you might not have otherwise noticed since you're constantly foraging for photographic fodder. In this case I was ascending the stairs near Star City Casino and spotted this sign for the new (well, this production is new) Anthony Warlow musical Doctor Zhivago.

I'd seen the sign before but on this occasion the angle was such that it seemed as if she was peering over the wall at me. It was almost like a far more pulchritudinous version of the sign of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg. (And I grant you that that allusion is obscure even by my standards. It refers to a passage in F Scott Fitzgerald's novel The Great Gatsby.)

I've sent most of this mono to bring out the feel of a Russian winter (let's face it, a Pyrmont autumn just doesn't cut it for that), but I haven't punched up the blue of the eyes. There was no need to; the poster producers had already taken care of that.

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