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Philadelphia Fringe Festival 2025

A white person with curly hair, a beard, and piercing blue eyes shows half of zir face, covering the rest with a red dome shaped hat. Pain au chocolat is stuffed in zir mouth, and zir clothes are bifurcated, much like zir face––half outfitted in red and gold, and the other half in black.
Photo: Janoah Bailin
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Possibilities Within Pain

ankita

Maybe…pain can make one whole.

A stage bathed in blue light, performers all in black. One stands at the left side of the image, glancing center-stage at two dancers. Those two dancers morph together into one as one-crouches, belly up in a crab-position balanced on one hand, and the other sits precariously on their lap, knees up to their chest.
Photo: Kylie Shields
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Folding Histories Into Prayer

ankita

A spiritual guidebook, holding space

A white woman with dark brown hair, wearing a blue outfit, sparkly shoes, and a bright red lip that matches her red hoop earrings, lies back on a small gray table. Her mouth is wide open as if singing, one arm reaching emphatically above her head while the other grips the table tightly for balance. Her legs float in the air, parallel to one another at a slightly awkward angle. She is a rockstar in an empty room.
Photo: Jen Kertis
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This is a white piece, and that’s okay

ankita

Bucking nice, white conventions in favor of complexity

A warm, slightly grainy, tinted photo of an in-the-round white-walled performance space. At the center of the room a performer in polka-dot pants lies on the ground. Above her, three performers gather, one wearing a shirt that says “Join the Hike.” To their left, Corinne Jones – wearing a white button-up and brown tights – gestures out to the audience with an open arm.
Photo: Cole Knight
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Doe-Eyed Wonder

ankita

Deep thoughts about deer friends.

The ensemble erupts into explosive movement—some in deep lunges, others mid-air—surrounded by brilliant bursts of blue, yellow, orange, pink, and red light that flood the space.
Photo: Cameron Kincheloe
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That Fringeworthy Kind of Love

Lauren Berlin

In BABYBABYBABY, love is no mere feeling — it’s a spectacle of desire, delusion, and choreographed collapse.