Philadelphia Fringe Festival 2026

In a black and white photo, four dances are mid-run. The image is slightly blurred, and they are in different moments of stepping forward and reaching.
Photo: Ella Martin
  • Reviews

The multiverse, and a pile of clothes

Megan Mizanty

Ella Sommer Martin leaves fate at our feet

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
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Birdsong and Being

Megan Mizanty

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

three performers wearing plain white or black tanks/tees are mid gesture as if having a family argument. The performer in the front hunches their shoulders, crosses their arms, and has mouth open, perhaps in the middle of a sentence. Behind them, another performer looks to be yelling and pointing at the third performer, a hand on their shoulder, who has eyes closed, a soft smile, and holds their fingertips to the center of their chest.
Photo by Zeze Schorsch
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Do something else!

Xander Cobb

room/in/nation tests our agency amidst family dysfunction/nation dysfunction.

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
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The Theatre Begs for Exploitation

Nadia Ureña

Her majesty desperately wants us to consume the beast.

A dancer wears a feathered head piece and bright red garment with yellow, orange, black, and white strips of fabrics that dangle as they dance in front of a black backdrop.
Photo: Native Nations Dance Theater
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Dancing Afroindigeneity

Caitlin Green

From Africa to Turtle Island and the Caribbean…

Image Description: Five young would-be campers, mostly smiling, with goofy patterned T-shirts standing in socks on a wood floor displaying supportive thumbs up. One dancer is seated, their face framed by a round lavender and white floaty.
Photo: Noel Price-Bracey
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A Letter from Fringe Summer Dance Camp

Noel Price-Bracey

Dreaming counselors were modern dancers and me a dance writer.

Image Description: Four figures, shrouded in gauzy silver, turquoise, crimson and beige sheer fabric atop their salakots (Asian-Strykers conical hats), crouch forward gesturing to the Earth. Surrounded by blackness, they stand, casting shadow on a light grey marley floor. There is a long piece of white plastic sheeting strewn across the floor in the foreground.
Photo: Brandon Aquino
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Sarswela: Recovering from Twisted Tongues

E. Wallis Cain Carbonell

‘Find your way back… follow my hum.’

Image description: an image of a dancer in fifth position on pointe, wearing a strapless leotard and skirt is copied three times over a black background with large bold lettering that reads “I don’t dance”.
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When The Inner Critic Meets A Little Delusion

Caitlin Green

Kirner exposes the quintessential stage dancers’ inner monologue.

Chloe Marie Newton, a black female dancer wearing a gauzy dark blue tank and Helen Hale, a white female dancer with a long brown ponytail wearing shimmery silver, sit on a light grey marley floor, reclined on one hip with knees gently stacked and one arm intertwined with the other, reaching upwards. They have their backs to us and around and beyond them, we can see pale, cool-toned, sheer fabric. Through and beyond the fabric, we see a row of shadowy-figured audience members, seated and wearing headphones that emit a blue glow.
Photo: Johanna Austin
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Indelible Release: a Moonscape

E. Wallis Cain Carbonell

“Inside a womb of memories where the water body floats…”

A group of twelve people pose in front of a white wall. on the floor level, four group members either sit, lie, kneel or lunge on the ground. standing members lean on one another on either side of the crew, and people in the center sit or lay on a bench together.
Photo Credit: Jeffrey Evans
  • Interviews

Cannonball Bets on Philadelphia’s Indie Artists

Caitlin Green

“Cannonball is no one person’s vision, but the collective fever dream of us all.”