STRINDBERG MEETS STENHAM, BIRD MEETS BLENDER   We're in a Hampstead mansion. The daughter of the house is whooping it up at her birthday party, a deafening, purple-lit rave where tight-buttocked androgynes and glittering hair-flickers writhe and shriek. Below them … Continue reading →
SOURCE: theatrecat.com at 06:28PM on June 7, 2018