August 13, 2013 · Industries
Margaret Tedesco Cameo. Nights, and Night Margaret Tedesco sits in a semi-dark room and watches entire feature-length films with the sound off and the projection blocked by her own body, then just tells you what she’s seeing, not the plot, not the names, just “she walks across the room, he touches the wall, they stand in blue light, […]
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August 10, 2013 · Industries
Marcia Farquhar once performed a thirty-hour monologue, thirty goddamn hours of talking, which is longer than most people can stay awake, longer than most marriages last, longer than anyone should have to listen to anyone else under any circumstances. She called it The Omnibus because apparently she wanted to get everything in there, the whole messy sprawl of whatever […]
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August 4, 2013 · FalseArt
Jean Cocteau understood that love isn’t the beautiful lie we tell ourselves. It’s the phone call at 2 AM where you’re begging someone to remember when they used to think you were worth keeping alive. It’s the sound of your own voice getting smaller and smaller until you’re just static on a dead line. Ingrid […]
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August 1, 2013 · Adventure
The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective. Henry David Thoreau Here’s the thing about getting on a boat with someone in the middle of San Francisco Bay: you find […]
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July 15, 2013 · Industries
They asked me to document a site specific performance piece called Out of Water at Fort Funston for the Performance Studies international conference. Fort Funston… where the cliffs give up and the Pacific takes over. Helen Paris and Caroline Wright had assembled the whole apparatus: commissioned sound scores, UK sopranos, singers and swimmers spread across […]
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July 12, 2013 · The City
San Francisco does this thing, this cruel, beautiful thing, where it gives you the Golden Gate Bridge and then takes it away. Not entirely. Just enough. The fog rolls in like it has somewhere better to be but decided to fuck with you first, wrapping that iconic span in gray wool, turning one of the […]
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July 5, 2013 · Industries
Aleta Hayes, Signing in The Room Performance Studies international conference Stanford University Aleta Hayes took the Goldilocks story, you know, breaking and entering, eating someone’s porridge, napping in their bed, and turned it into a solo dance-song cycle about trespassing as sacred practice. She’s got koken with her, those “invisible” stagehands from Japanese theater who […]
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