Lulu V.3 // Who Do Lulu? You Do Lulu?

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Lulu V.3 // Who Do Lulu? You Do Lulu?
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(a performance-cum-installation // made by susanna fournier & ted witzel)

let’s play a game. i’ll give you an address and a time. you just need to find me behind a curtained window on a city street.

doors at 8pm. show prompt at 8.15pm. did we mention your ticket gets you a beer or a kiss?

swipe left, swipe right, what are you looking for. my place or yours. are you hiding something under that wig or is that actually more like who you’d rather be.

come see lulu rehearse rituals of sex, death, grief and confession. this is trash, this is myth, this is biography, this is art, this is all a fucking lie about who we fucked and when and where and how it hurt.

our objects of play include costumes and sad clowns, maps to trace a psycho-geographic sex history, and a nightclub confessional where strangers beg you for 2 truths and a lie.

somewhere inside the fluctuating gap between sex and intimacy, nakedness and disguise, is the moment we meet each other, and the moment we leave each other. come to confess, we are going to confess. come to watch, we are going to be seen. come to listen, we are going to speak. secrets and lies and whatever the difference is between the two. this is a performance. this is an installation. we need an audience.

this is all the sex i ever had. this is all the sex i ever never regretted. who do lulu? you do lulu?

$25/ticket CASH ONLY AT DOOR but due to limited capacity we advise buying in advance....

susanna fournier & ted witzel are theatre-makers from toronto. they were just in berlin making the latest part of a series of performance-based investigations into frank wedekind’s LULU-figure: LULU // aspects of a femme fatale. susanna is a bad feminist and ted is a bad queer and they are both pretty good anti-imperialists. they spent their time in berlin listening to loud & trashy pop music, wearing orange wigs, and wondering where the daylight seems to disappear to. now they are back in toronto still listening to loud & trashy pop, looking longingly towards the wigs in the closet, and wondering where toronto hides its sex.
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By: Videofag

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