A case of the snuffles, or is it Man Flu? A wonky foot left over from graduation at Laban School. 1,000 rather elegantly sexy posters from the printers, that arrived with the promise of a very expensive visit to the post office. A potentially whooping hole in our touring budget. Brilliant management and creative input from Bridie Doyle’s all seeing eye, and a hit the ground running challenge to the cast.
We’re mucking about with an awful lot of second hand clothes, which is distracting when everybody keeps pinching stuff to take home. Personally, I scored a cool Parker coat and a slightly camp looking stripey jumper today.
Working in this jumble of clothing makes performers sneeze a lot, and involves us all disposing of old socks, knickers, pants and tights during tea breaks. I know that the NTW community support recycling but, we really have to let these items go to landfill.
A tricky issue that Carl and I are dealing with is how to negotiate the tempting propositions from our pile of clothes that offers so many archetypes and characters to play with, against the need for practicality when working with circus equipment that grazes, bruises, bites and makes you bleed if you don’t have padding and protection, whilst still looking good on stage.
Given that most of us are approaching this work from a circus school background, where Your Act is all important, I’ll try to give the NTW Community a flavour of the obstacle we’re trying to pounce over:
What is different between the start and the finish of that act, and how does it add to the whole?
From Phil Mackenzie.
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