Sages and songwriters have warned us of judging books by their covers; the same holds true for a recent CD of Richard Strauss.
Here, the eye is drawn to Anna Netrebko wandering in the snow in classic distraught diva mode. Photographer Kristian Schuller is duly credited and we are told the Russian soprano wears jewellery by Chopard, even if none is visible.
The extravagant gown, billowing out in a train that could well conceal accompanist and Steinway, is dazzling.
Netrebko has star billing on this album (her name colour co-ordinated with the dress) but her Four Last Songs takes up less than a third of the disc.
Recorded live, with the Staatskapelle Berlin under Daniel Barenboim, her occasionally swooping vocal opulence will not disappoint hardcore fans, but some may wish for subtler inflections. Where is the delicate mix of nostalgia, rapture and wonder in the first song, a setting of Hermann Hesse's Spring?