the moebius strip, gilles jobin, 2001. photo by manuel vason.
a sensual, fluid, hypnotic exploration of a “human sculpture”: the bodies of five dancers pass, cross, follow, intertwine with each other. created at the théâtre de la ville in paris during the spring of 2001 became one of his most emblematic pieces. “on the stage, viewed as a white painting, bodies are thrown like splashes of colors, mixed as tint areas and given rhythm by the shades of the clothes”
When you get into a movie, you know what you’re doing. When you get into a TV show, you just know what the pilot’s doing. You don’t know where the next 100 episodes will go, what internal dynamics may influence things, how it will evolve over the years. You figure it out as it comes.
I’m just being myself. There is not an ounce of me that believes any of that crap that they say. We can’t be feminine and be feminists and be successful? I want to be a f–king feminist and wear a f–king Peter Pan collar. So f–king what?