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On a dark smokey stage littered with fruit loops and rocks, two dancers whip their hair forward from a wide second position plie (legs wide, turned out, and bent), their hands smacking their thighs. The dancers are dressed like it’s the 70s and they’re going to the club: one in an orange halter jumpsuit with sparkly fringe, the other wearing tall silver heeled boots, purple booty shorts, and a fluorescent green shirt with flared sleeves.
Photo: Maria Baranova
  • Reviews

Friday Night Rat Catchers Suck The Titties Dry

Xander Cobb

Lisa & Lena’s dance theater extravaganza is disgusting and impeccable.

Five dancers rest their cheeks on one another's shoulders in a long, diagonal line. They cup one another's elbows and stare directly into the camera.
Photo by Daniel Sohn
  • Reviews

Birdsong and Being

Megan Mizanty

It’s okay to stop and watch the world turn.

Edu Dìaz dressed in an ornate gown with a big white lacy collar stands speaking to the right. Behind them is a bluye projection of what appears to be someone screaming. The projection is framed by a red velvet curtain.
Photo by Ruby Goldner
  • Reviews

The Theatre Begs for Exploitation

Nadia Ureña

Her majesty desperately wants us to consume the beast.

Andrew Skeels, a White man with buzzed hair, wearing a black T-shirt, stands against a black background. He is turned to the side but looks directly out with a soft smile.
Photo: Damian Siqueiros
  • Interviews

Meanwhile, in an Indoor Meadow: An Interview with Andrew Skeels

Caedra Scott-Flaherty

A new dance and exhibition explore growth and change in an intimate setting.

maura nguyễn donohue lunges forward onto one foot with her arms slicing outwards from her back. She wears a mustard yellow button-down shirt, navy blue coat, grey pants, and vibrant blue sneakers. She is framed by the grey-shirted backs of Shannon Yu and Rami Margron, and the darkness behind her.
Photo: Marcus Middleton
  • Reviews

There is Something Happening in the Basement of Judson Church

Rachel DeForrest Repinz

The relentless drive of Pink Fang’s “The Table.”

Two people draped in brown fabric rest their heads on one another’s shoulders in front of a white background. The image is edited with faint red and blue outlines.
Photo: Kosoko Performance Studio
  • Reviews

This Is Not Surveillance. You Gon Have To Participate.

Caitlin Green

//shrouded\\ evokes a necessary discomfort within the container of performance.

A dancer caught mid-head spin with white sneakers punching into the air while a crowd of others watch intently, arms reaching towards each other.
Photo: Courtesy of Rennie Harris
  • Reviews

When do we Shout If Not Now?

Noel Price-Bracey

In Losing My Religion, Rennie Harris models resistance, teaching us to never tire until “victory is won.”