Hamlet Pictures, Part 2

I was extraordinarily fortunate that, by a strange twist of fate, I was able to do Hamlet again this past semester. This was followed by being fortunate enough to continue on to be in our spring Shakespeare show: Greatest Hits. Thanks to Sam, our resident cross-dresser and MVA ("Most Valuable Actor"), I now have pictures to prove all this.

HAMLET, WINTER 2006

SHAKESPEARE'S GREATEST HITS, SPRING 2006

Comments

Anonymous said…

Ahh, the memories. . .

6/12/2006 2:40 PM

Anonymous said…

I just feel so left out.

6/15/2006 7:53 PM

Anonymous said…

I feel left out too, anonymous person. Ahh. Alas, I am in Florida where nothing realy exists... except Disney World. Which is the happiest place on earth I guess. Sighness. Matt, great pictures, though. I really like 'em. How did Greatest Hits turn out anyways? SJ

6/18/2006 10:48 AM

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