December 12, 2013 · Collusion
So it’s basically a haircut. Performance art as a goddamn haircut. Niki with scissors, Michael sitting there probably feeling vulnerable and exposed and wondering if this is profound or if he’s just getting a trim in front of an audience that showed up because there was cheap wine and they knew the artists. And you […]
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December 12, 2013 · FalseArt
The Thing About Knives and Beauty So here’s AmΓ©lie SΓ©garra, a French ballerina, standing on top of a grand piano in some gorgeous, empty Baroque theater in Girona that’s seen better centuries. But she’s not wearing regular pointe shoes, those pretty pink torture devices that already mangle feet into gnarled question marks by age twenty-five. […]
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November 24, 2013 · FalseArt
Here’s the thing about live performance that all our academic seminars and theoretical frameworks can’t quite capture…Β it’s a fucking high-wire act where the wire is invisible and everyone’s pretending it doesn’t exist until someone falls. What we’re witnessing here isn’t just a “mistake”,Β that reductive, bourgeois term we use when our pedagogical comfort zones […]
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November 19, 2013 · Collusion
Nothing, nothing, compares to watching people really lose their shit laughing. Not polite chuckling. I’m talking about that deep, uncontrollable, tears-streaming-down-your-face kind of laughter that makes you forget every goddamn thing that’s wrong with the world. There’s this moment, right? When someone’s guard drops completely. Their face contorts, their shoulders shake, and they make sounds […]
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November 10, 2013 · Collusion
The images themselves are gorgeous in that way that makes me suspicious. Too composed, too deliberate. This first shot with the bodies arranged like they’re performing an autopsy on performance itself. And that Gertrude Stein quote stuck at the bottom like a fortune cookie aphorism: “This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.” Yeah, no […]
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November 5, 2013 · FalseArt
So here I am at Fort Mason, in some rehearsal studio that smells like last week’s ambition and tonight’s desperate grab at relevance. The Magic Theater closed Buried Child and somebody thought I needed cheerleaders. Fucking cheerleaders. And a tuba, or maybe they’re gogo dancers, at this point, who gives a shit? The distinction matters […]
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October 30, 2013 · FalseArt
Marina’s sitting there talking about Columbus and failure and presence, and here’s the thing that’ll piss off half the MFA programs in Brooklyn: she’s actually right, even when she’s being provocative as hell.This bit about Columbus, fuck yeah, it’s problematic, we all know the colonialism lecture by heart, but strip away the historical baggage for […]
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