
Hidden in Plain Sight: Club
boychild DJ Sprinkles Vjuan Allure Pony Zion
The club as a community and a site for performed politics: deep/ queer house, vogue femme, lipsync and ballroom.
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The club as a community and a site for performed politics: deep/ queer house, vogue femme, lipsync and ballroom.
Amid the blur of erotics, the jangle of poetics, and the fetishizing of sickness and disability, the heat of Panteha’s performance and sculpture freezes all.
An improvised film about our worlds at the brink, on the edge, in front of a crisis. To stand on the side of life, by seeing the resistance to genocide in Palestine as a turning point to overcome.
A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.
This session focuses in on the defiant mutual aid practices of early and DIY feminist movements in the UK, that attempted to shift and radicalise care and kinship away from the domain of the nuclear family.
A chorister attempting to sing Vivaldi, with live accompaniment, while trampolining for 20 minutes.
The worlds leading radio art station brings you: a performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test.
Underground movement legend boychild hosts this workshop—on improvisation, cosmetics, movement and lip-sync.
This closing session will be a space for reflection and feedback. We can discuss ways we can share what we’ve learned and explored with our wider communities. We can talk about if we want to do more sessions and /or projects together.
A kind of audience activating, structured film guessing game in the manipulation of time, sound and image. “At 11:15, weiners. At 21:05, pornography. At 23:30, a duet. Watch the Clock.”
Thirty lucky Instal punters experience Kylie’s pre-match aggro workout one-on-one in the darkness of an Arches dressing room.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?