Addys Gonzalez, Amber Bryan, Stephanie Fuentes
"A woman on a raised platform above them got to work, moving at double time, every part of her body somehow tracking the beat. She’d be at it all night—completely indefatigable, completely captivating. It was exhilarating. And then things started to get weird.Other dancers appeared in the theater; there were two men in silver pants who stood in the middle of the audience, awaiting some cue, and another in the very back, working out in front of a long row of mirrors and very hot-looking lights.
Alex Albrecht, Jos McKain
Kyli Kleven, Veronica Cato
Two sweatpants-clad attendants arrived with metal dollies, slipped them under the chairs of two audience members, carefully whisked them onto the stage, and gently plunked them down right next to the action. They sat there smiling awkwardly, and I started to get nervous. Who would be next? Everyone, it turned out. A huge line of people with dollies began streaming out from behind the stage to huge bursts of laughter. They just kept coming!
They arrayed people around the room—behind curtains, in corners, in rows at odd angles, facing all sorts of other dance performances that were taking place in a compendium of styles to the same thumping music—snippets of Liz Phair, the Pixies, and dance jams. People craned their necks to look around, to catch all the action, but you knew there were things you were missing out on, things you were unable, or barely able to see." -Andrew Russeth, ArtNews