Last night I had the priviledge of seeing Marcia Farquhar at The Basement in Brighton.
The tip came from my ever helpful tutor at Goldsmiths, she had seen the same performance in its original incarnation 7 (or so) years ago and because I turst her advice implicitly I decided to go along.
Marcia - besides being an excellent wit and narator - is a working artist and this particular performance involved her delivering a clothing's rack of anecdotes.
The stage was a catwalk at the far end of which hung the garments in question. Each was a piece of history, lost in the timestream of fashion (thank god - the 70's red dress will haunt me forever) but made relevant again by the personal experience attached to it - personal experience related to us, the audience, in Marcia's wonderfully illustrative style.
At each story we found ourselves wearing the item with Marcia and then, the story done, it was discarded to the floor of the walkway leaving a wreckage of fashion for Marcia to continue her performance on.
The 'finale' was a paper doll dress made for 7 people (I think) which meant that members of the audience literally got to wear the dress with Marcia and dance over the catwalk.
Marcia was the gel that held all these elements together. As a piece of art it was thought provoking and entertaining - what more could you ask for?
Marcia Farquhar's Site
The Basement's Site
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