October 29, 2018 · Speculation
Our culture is in the throes of crisis: I have a vision of dance working in the service of healing. I invite you to join me in this quest. Anna Halprin I caught something most people can’t see even when they’re staring right at it. Not the performance, fuck the performance, anyone with a decent […]
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October 28, 2018 · FalseArt
Picture this: Walter fucking Cronkite, the most trusted voice in American living rooms, on New Year‘s Eve 1965, serving up Piero Heliczer’s Venus in Furs with the Velvet Underground grinding through Heroin while Heliczer honks away on saxophone like some deranged angel. On CBS. On network television. Before the ball drops. This wasn’t some slick […]
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October 23, 2018 · Engineering
San Jose. Adobe headquarters. Glass and steel rising from the valley floor like some techno optimist’s Burning Man epiphany. I get it, these places aren’t designed for humans, not really. They’re designed for productivity, for synergy, for whatever Stanford or Harvard MBA horseshit makes shareholders tingle. But shit, inside these towers, people are actually making […]
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October 21, 2018 · Industries
Anna Halprin Blank Placard Dance: at the invitation of the De Young Museum, A piece originally performed in 1967 with members of the San Francisco Dancers Workshop in San Francisco as a reaction to the Vietnam War and the growing social unrest of the time. The dance is a walk by some forty dancers who carry […]
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October 9, 2018 · Collusion
Big name/legendary collaborations are usually a letdown. Two “titans” get in a room together and suddenly everyone’s so fucking precious about their legacy that nothing actually happens, just a lot of careful posturing and committe meeting compromise dressed up in press release language about “exciting new directions” and “boundary-pushing work.” But thirty-five years? Thirty-five years […]
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October 8, 2018 · Industries
I’m not going to pretend I understand what Alonzo sees when he makes a ballet, but I know what it feels like to hunt something elusive with a camera, that split second when bodies in motion become something else entirely. Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, October 2018, Alonzo’s remount of his baroque meditation Handel, […]
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October 6, 2018 · Speculation
Standing in the wings at YBCA, Leica in hand, watching Alonzo King’s dancers move through Handel like light through water. When you’re backstage you’re seeing the machinery of transcendence. The sweat. The breath. The moments before and after the magic happens. Brodovitch knew this. Those ballet photographs of his weren’t about perfection, they were about […]
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