My photographs catch people mid-transformation, Yula Paluy suspended in whatever private negotiation she’s having with gravity and self. Tiffany Trenda projecting outward while the room pulls inward. What’s gorgeous and sad is knowing these salons are a kind of endangered ecosystem, people still willing to show up, sit down, shut up, and be there for something that won’t trend, won’t scale, won’t even necessarily make sense by morning.
I documented the resistance. The refusal to be elsewhere. That’s the real performance.
A mini-concert from Meklit Hadero, a performance projection from Tiffany Trenda, a performance sculpture by Ryan Tacata and a new piece by Yula Paluy.