My experience of Leev Theater Group’s Hamlet, Prince of Grief (which runs through January 20th at Under the Radar) began as soon as I unwrapped myself from my winter gear and found a good angle from which to view the stage. A single beam of
Oh good lord I’m tired. This January thing is killer, huh? I’m not even seeing shows today–it’s meetings and parties and interviews and so on. But it’s good. I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how nicely Dixon Place has served as the COIL Festival hub, and
Body-based artists explore notions of other-ness in a pair of showcases curated by Jaamil Olawale Kosoko
It was probably completely predictable that I’d find myself pecking out words at 2:30 in the morning on a Wednesday (Thursday?). That’s how January is, right? Best laid plains and all that. But I wouldn’t be bothering were it not for Edit Kaldor’s C’est du
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The Minneapolis-based choreo returns to NYC as part of PS 122’s COIL Festival
Went to The Kitchen Saturday for the opening night of Radiohole’s newest work Inflatable Frankenstein. It was an incredible return to form – or maybe next step – for one of my absolute favorite performance groups. After Whatever, Heaven Allows (that felt rather inert & lifeless to me, not
Kristen Kosmas talks about “There There” at the Chocolate Factory/COIL Festival