The performers were an album, spinning on an old-school turntable. Shoulder to shoulder, they rotated, feet moving, sound floating over the audience. Pink-red light drenched the stage in a sort of waking dream. At the center, Alexis Robbins was the needle and the drop. Her body lurched forward and wound through space, knees bending and then snapping back again. Her arms seemed to find themselves in midair, slicing through the half darkness.
It was 1999. It was 2026. She was exactly where she needed to be.
Robbins presented the work in collaboration with the Yale Schwarzman Center and the International Festival of Arts & Ideas.
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