1. MI VIDA LOLA – Don’t miss VENUS X (featured here) as she corrupts Lil’ Wayne for Sang Bleu


  2. THIS SUMMER, NOVEMBRE IS YELLOW

    August 4, 2011
    by Jeanne-Salome Rochat

    The gorse is out behind Glencanisp: Mandy Haggith and Jennifer Teets

    The hill is a blaze of rapefield yellow,

    formica kitchen table yellow,

    angry bawling teenage drumkit yellow

    though honey biscuit sweet

    with pale primroses at its feet

    a demure cuckoo across the glen

    and dandelions and tormentils below

    all yellow, yellow, yellow.


    Poem written by Mandy Haggith
    Images from Jennifer Teet’s performance at Blondeau, last Friday.

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  3. Summer Novembre Soirée at Blondeau, Geneva

    by Jeanne-Salome Rochat

    Special guests Lorenzo Cirrincione, Queen Latimer and Jennifer Teets pleased the Genevan crowd at Blondeau, last Friday. There were poems read, an image projected, nails pasted, champagne drunk, many magazines sold and after that, much money spent on sparkling water to keep up with the sexy sounds of the prince of techno, at Silencio.


  4. Melodrama at Midnight

    July 1, 2011
    by Eugenia Lapteva

    Back from a beautiful performance of Puccini’s heart-wrenching and wonderfully passionate Tosca at the Royal Opera House in London. Couldn’t help myself from sharing a piece of this musical treasure.
    Pavarotti singing ‘E lucevan le stelle’ as Mario Cavaradossi.


  5. Kafka’s Monkey

    June 6, 2011
    by Eugenia Lapteva

    Fellow culture vultures in London: if ever I were to be faced with the difficult task of having to recommend a single act of artistic brilliance from 2011 it would without a doubt be the extraordinary play based on Franz Kafka’s short story ‘A Report to an Academy’, namely Kafka’s Monkey. With utter wholeheartedness and intelligence, actress Kathryn Hunter portrays the desperate fate of an imprisoned ape forced into the chains of humanity. Kafka’s philosophical amplitude and narrational craftsmanship are skillfully adapted into a touching piece of theatrical genius.
    Showing until 11 June at the Young Vic.

    Up until then I had had so many ways out, and now I no longer had one. I was tied down. If they had nailed me down, my freedom to move would not have been any less. And why? If you scratch raw the flesh between your toes, you won’t find the reason. If you press your back against the bars of the cage until it almost slices you in two, you won’t find the answer. I had no way out, but I had to come up with one for myself. For without that I could not live. Always in front of that crate wall—I would inevitably have died a miserable death. But according to Hagenbeck, apes belong at the crate wall—well, that meant I would cease being an ape. A clear and beautiful train of thought, which I must have planned somehow with my belly, since apes think with their bellies.

    I’m worried that people do not understand precisely what I mean by a way out. I use the word in its most common and fullest sense. I am deliberately not saying freedom. I do not mean this great feeling of freedom on all sides. As an ape, I perhaps recognized it, and I have met human beings who yearn for it. But as far as I am concerned, I did not demand freedom either then or today. Incidentally, among human beings people all too often are deceived by freedom. And since freedom is reckoned among the most sublime feelings, the corresponding disappointment is also among the most sublime. In the variety shows, before my entrance, I have often watched a pair of artists busy on trapezes high up in the roof. They swung themselves, they rocked back and forth, they jumped, they hung in each other’s arms, one held the other by clenching the hair with his teeth. “That, too, is human freedom,” I thought, “self-controlled movement.” What a mockery of sacred nature! At such a sight, no structure would stand up to the laughter of the apes.

    No, I didn’t want freedom. Only a way out—to the right or left or anywhere at all. I made no other demands, even if the way out should also be only an illusion. The demand was small; the disappointment would not be any greater—to move on further, to move on further! Only not to stand still with arms raised, pressed again a crate wall. (Excerpt from ‘A Report to an Academy’)


  6. The Damnation of Faust

    May 30, 2011
    by Eugenia Lapteva

    Only three more performances left of Berlioz’ The Damnation of Faust at the ENO. A spectacular new production – in all respects – ingeniously directed by Terry Gilliam. Tickets are only £12 on the door if you buy them before 10 o’clock on the day. Elitist? If you’re an opera skeptic let yourself be proved wrong. Humility is triumph!


  7. META.MORPH

    March 18, 2011
    by Adrian Wilson

    Designer: Úna Burke
    Director: Andreas Waldschuetz & Adia Trischler
    Cinematography: Volkmar Geiblinger, Andreas Waldschuetz
    Creative Director: Adia Trischler
    Story/Script: Adia Trischler
    Make-up Artist/SFX Make-up/Naildesign: Steffi Lamm
    Hairstylist/Colorist: Patrick Glatthaar
    Stylist: Adia Trischler
    Styling Assistance: Asta Krejci-Sebesta
    Gaffer/Assistant of Photography: Marlena Koenig
    Best Boy: Thomas Rath
    Set Design: Andreas Waldschuetz
    Production Manager: Steffi Lamm
    Locationscout: Steffi Lamm
    Catering: Hansi Lamm
    Technician: Fredi Lamm
    Editor: Andreas Waldschuetz
    Video-&Postproduction: Thomas Rath
    Digital Imaging & Retouching: Christian Friedrich
    Sound Design & Music Production: Zanshin (Gregor Ladenhauf)
    Assistant Sound Design: Stefan Trischler
    Making-of: Volkmar Geiblinger/Marlena Koenig
    Head of Photography: Andreas Waldschuetz
    Collodion Wetplate Photography: Stefan Sappert

    Cast: Kamila Baczyk @ lookmodels international inc.
    The Group of 5: Leonhard Lass/Alex Rath/Daniela Zacherl @ AMT Wien, Gregor Ladenhauf/Adia Trischler