Artiste Nexus Scott Kay

Wait, I found my skates, I'll post a little rumble.


Today I just like Brigitte Bardot (you will understand how close we are later in the article), a scream. But before you push it, I'll stop surreptitiously to wonder why, after all, you can not make a sound. It can be like a sofa you want to move: depending on where they are, where we hope it is in the near future phases of the moon and the maturation of leeks in the garden of my great aunt, you can choose to push or pull ... Well, since that is the custom, and I reserve my rebellion to read my article, I'll push my cry, and not pull ("- Horreuuuuur! thou hast pushed it too no longer aligned with the living room rug!! - Push your sofa all alone, what did you need to move furniture every month? ").
So I push a cry (but not too far away to not be glued to the wall either) to alert people of the growing consciousness of individuals. Including a despicable individual who has certainly greasy hair but that has little to do with sauerkraut, though, if still a bit, and found it reasonable to steal my cell phone in the locker room gonflette my room. Clearly, this man
- did not read my last article (which in itself is a major cause of public humiliation torture embellished)
- had not seen the movie with the girls who castagnent inline skates ("Whip It" by VO, "Bliss" by VF)
- I did not know that skates and I know how to use
- did not know that I'm feminine enough to enter a team of roller
- did not know that as I am the dancer I m'épile legs and therefore I am eligible to compete in races skate mini skirt with integrated castagne.
So he thought he could bite me my laptop (fashion accessory of a Brand apple-shaped), without a horde of Castagna rollerblading and mini skirt descend on him like ... Go and finish this sentence yourself to comment, give me 10 euros, and win a month's subscription to "Esthetic Center Mall Intermarché Rennes Longchamps. "Esthetic Center, beauty for her and the beauty at a low price.

I'm looking for a girls' team gets waxed in possession of rollers, mini skirts, the character of Margaret Thatcher or Tonya Harding, whose main fantasy in life to punish the men with rifle butts Hockey. It must be. Incidentally, I 'm also looking for a rugby team. Indeed guilty of the horrible rape of my iphone has not yet been identified, it is not unlikely, given that frequent my room gonflette, whether 200 kg of pellets in muscles androforme structure of bull-necked, with biceps as my thighs. The kind of vision that would be likely to substantially reduce the aggressiveness of a team of female roller.

Once the culprit caught, I will hold here a competition game where each participant can propose a method of torture to punish the triple nozzle. The five most original methods will be practiced by professional torturers and everything will be filmed and broadcast on Virgin 17.

Not because the most troublesome in this story is that in my iphone there were all my music and I listened to bottom with a giga helmet that made me look like Mickey while I was training at the gym. Or at the very least 4 hours of daily use. Using that, plus give me the intense joy of listening to "the Sugar Plum Fairy" by Tchaikovsky in the middle of bodybuilders, protected me from hazardous interactions that plague this kind of places. With my giant headphones, nobody dared speak to me, and if by misfortune a ball too enthusiastic and too confident nevertheless ventured to speak to me, I could pretend not to hear, what was most true time (I always listen very hard Nutcracker). There
without my headphones, assaults are far more numerous. And despite the look killer Sicilian arm of honor and the knee in the parts which are the usual hospitality to strangers that I reserve too talkative in the gym. Obviously, I thought to wear headphones anyway, and stuck the other end the cable into my pants ... But it's too "my genitals have something to say to me, and I listen dragging me."

short pass over my anger, and talk about things as fun as the 80% discount at the end of the balance, the movies where you drink and smoke with naked girls, my recent marriage, OJ Winter night, and the fact that I became a father last weekend for a family to turn green with envy Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie ... It is here, we're not one to waste time.

Let's start with the end balances, what is itself a terrible misery, but that has its good sides anyway. In fact the sales period, such a splendid ancient heroine does not die without having a final sublimated in a glorious explosion of splendid bravery. If you want to better represent these abstract ideas, listen to Dalida-Mourir sur scene. So last week dragging my weekend jog through the streets of reindeer, hoodie, and hat's van in reverse of circumstances (single cap was upside down), I found a leather jacket 19 euros a dozen DVDs to one euro coin (note that I would not have paid a penny more for each of these films, but hey, we can make the shelves sticky plastic boxes between them, and then the DVDs I put in my cornfield to scare naughty crows).
And then I went to Sephora to see if by chance there was a little beauty at a discount there ... And I found the famous "water antioxidant boost" Dr. Brandt to 50% ... As it should, I started dancing a medley of love with other customers of the store, just to serve the overflow of joy that had suddenly filled, then I pushed all old waiting to checkout to chopping my wallet on the nose of a good salesperson, my orgasm apparently left perplexed.
So since last weekend, every morning I drink a glass of water equivalent to 25 cups of tea. It's written on the label, so it's true. I can tell you that there is no trace of rust in my body, no offense to my detractors. Only downside: I'm working on a military platform ultra secure, on which there are no toilets, and where every time you come back they'll have an MRI that you complete your search as far as toenails ... Imagine seeing after drinking 25 cups of tea, how many times must I come home and sort of platform every morning ...

But why that had you need t'anti-oxidize like that Thomas , you say? But if you tell me, you see ...
It's simple, it's because I went to see "Gainsbourg, heroic life" film. And inevitably I fell in love for the character, and as there is a little gray matter in all this after-shampoo, I understand the film's message is that the genius of the writing is born of alcohol, tobacco, and women naked. So for not corrode under the influence of naked women, I take antioxidants. And every morning, when a sun ribbon wound on your hand and caress my shoulder, I turn languidly naked in my white sheets, to emerge gracile between disordered parts of my hair fragrant, sensual whispers and I "is Are there croissants? What France Info invariably answer "it is 8am and you listen to France Info," which generally means no. Me not removed, I put on my waders, my mini leather shorts, my leopard-skin coat, my Afghan hound, and I wake up and no, I'm still not Brigitte Bardot. First disappointment of the day. Shitty life.

Report to the inherent need of a naked woman in my ambitions brilliant author, I was forced to commit a wedding last weekend. Yeah it's already quite demanding, this duty of woman naked, so I told myself as I was going to do to hire a full time home. So I get married on facebook (because it is more reasonable at first), with Sonia goddess of gloss and mille feuille, which is a being of light, and in many respects the worth (his blog is linked in my favorites). Except that she is traveling in Zagreb, and it is becoming communist. So I may be marrying Gregory saw the picture because it has placed on his profile of "magicians dare" it's worth it ... But he is also Jewish ... Between a Communist and a Jew, what I'm going to be??
(PS, for all the people highly sensitive to facebook, I'm kidding. I'm not anti-Semitic nor cocophobe. Finkelstein rue des Rosiers is my favorite pastry and I spent my last vacation ... here in Zagreb, that 's story was that my account is not removed immediately).

So the wedding is done. News

very hot since it is a tropical climate in Vancouver: Tonight begins the Jos winter! Except as is it Vancouver also Jos night, which I have a serious problem. Indeed, for those following a little, until recently one of my pleasures (or vices, depending on the point of view) were favorites of me up on razor blades and m'exploser violently on a surface hard and icy. I did this several hours a day for years, and then I managed to stop. But I miss it. So I like to put down the TV night to watch others do it. A bit like a nympho porn materait night when his psychiatrist he was prohibited from practicing his downfall. Sometimes I look encrypted on Eurosport I not on my freebox, or on German channels. Ralala skating German ... So a few sleepless nights in perspective, hence need an antioxidant, and the need for "Esthetic Center. "Esthetic Center, beauty for her and the beauty at a low price!

And finally, my large family, because after all what good is marriage if you do not train reduction card? My large family is a whole group of artists which I gave birth last weekend. A range of artists in a way. I called "the magician dare" and that makes me completely gaga. In good doting father, I never get tired of making the promotion by sending invitations stupid ...
The full scope is visible on the Facebook page "wizards dare." For now I intend to keep them all, so do not ask me if you can adopt is not. But you can become a fan, or even join our group if you want to join our projects!

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While I still have a act of coffee from the port to write (coffee will be longer, thank you Gregory put me jokes so stupid in the head, now I can publish them blaming you), 20 good minutes of choreography Schubertian to spawn, and some systems top-secret military information to validate, I inexplicably chosen to concoct a clever medley of the worst of my mind.

As I have already complained in November, because of the time shit, I'll try to adopt a more positive tuna this time (the release of "Ocean" made me want to adopt a tuna). What in effect in more pleasing than a fish optimistic and smiling to cheer you up every night when we returned from a long day of work simulated. Except that as I still have no bath, I keep my tuna Léverest in my shower all day, which is not really green in terms of consumption of drinking fluids without alcohol.

back to our soft tuna. With Léverest, I keep my head above water, despite the fact that January is often as vicious as November. These months are in cahoots ugly (we freeze the loaves, they eat the salad, you would blow up his sleeve).

First, January ruthlessly put an end to Christmas. No form of pity or compassion. It's over, finished. For you to imagine the havoc that the sound of this bell may cause in my heart pure and sparkling, imagine Snow White, driven from Disneyland, walking through an industrial area of Seine-Saint-Denis, giving, haggard, shots feet in cans and used syringes, compromising its abandonment in the velvet of his ballerinas black dork in red. As I promised to remain broadly positive, saying she quickly found a mac rather sloppy which provides scheduled taf nice, and a chirp-free rats or cockroaches. And it's awfully better than undergo the nightly onslaught of 7 Dwarfs cavers.

Moreover, in the series in January is an idiot but there is still hers, an epiphany January we stick to console us for the end of Christmas. Certainly, the consolation is thin, since the tree is no epiphany. But we draw the kings, and in the slab of modern jazz that a girl had graciously given us (trotting on his spikes in the 60s Mini Dress is graceful, right?) I found the bean! So I could dance all the following course in mini shorts with a tiara and a sash "Miss epiphany 2010 flex-time". Then I made a speech like what I was BTS tourism and I wanted peace in all the scenes of the world, but like all the good times it went way too fast, and I fell into my routine as a dancer in mini shorts with a tiara.

Also you should know that the epiphany in a dance school is nothing but a vast hoax. As everyone knows, the dancer eats an apple in November for the winter. So when someone brandishes a cake in a radius of 10 km, it stops the nose not to grow because of the smell of calories, and begins to run around the room in case sugary foods emit waves magnifying (To date, nobody has proved the opposite after all). Then, even when we cut the cake, it plays like everybody out "and-it-is-for-quiiiii? "And then skinning each share with the little finger in the air to determine if there is reason to coronation. And throw all the shares in a large skinned incinerator food to be sure that girls will not come to the dustbin of the dance hall at night. And they dance around the blouse of the incinerator, but it's part of any well structured dance class.

So me my right to eat. But I'd better abstain, report the fact that I do not want to tease the wrath of a hungry corps de ballet, which would cut down on me ... like smallpox on the lower clergy, it is something heard. Especially since this year my friends, the girls must carry me in splits over their head. And even if I do not have procreation in my immediate plans, this position exposes dangerously tanks of my genetic heritage bellicose intentions of these graceful Amazons. Having already suffered my own accord a total removal of the Viking, it would not affect my sex life completely, it would make me cranky.

In the series of real good news, so good that we skip around the room screaming until he bumps into the tibia in the sharp corner of the table and let slip his hatred of humanity in a powerful string of insults, in January, sales! So of course I bought half the stock of the body shop, then I bought 5 Ikea bookshelves to store my stock body shop. I wasabi mask for the next 60 years, which is strangely comforting, because in case of nuclear war, I'll have a good skin detoxified in the bunker. I gave some to my family too, for the sake of preserving the visual aesthetics of my surroundings, of course.

Another thing that was sold off in January, damn, that's my little person. Thus, on January 8 for only 18 euros, a large crowd was able to see me shirtless, sweating and panting, in a sticky white transparent polemic, jumping on a sublime music by Gounod, surrounded by sparkling as Sylphs also undressed. Rate which of course ended with the disappearance of environmental bonus. And I'm not scrapping. No but.
Comically and delectable when headlamps were lit and dressed in light my anatomy tortured by hours of practice, revealing the subtle transparency of my white tights, my partner, in solidarity and no doubt by jealousy, brutally ripped the strap of her leotard, unsheathed proudly in the front rows have been able to see well. Proving in a suicidal terrorist act of feminism that she had burned her bra with the rest of her piece of cake. In short this whole campaign was a great success and everyone told me I was pretty good when I was 5 hours of sport per day without eating anything. Succeeded
this exhibition a weekend with my venerable and venerated as formidable and feared sister, who was obviously post-liver-detox-of-fat feasts. So again not drunk and not eaten, except the juice of carrot / turnip. I told you it was terrible. But to compensate, session layer cake, watching Golden Girls, and spa to compensate. For those unfamiliar with the concept of mille feuille (shame on you and your family), it has nothing to do with this dirty ice cream cake that makes crumbs everywhere. This is superimposed on its skin as many beauty products possible, until the skin is called saturated beauty. It's been awfully good. I advise you to consult the blog of Sonia for more information, guinea-bottle that you are deep within you, without knowing or without assuming
... And speaking of pretty girls who are nothing that moth, I urge you to go to gloat "Bliss", the film directed by and starring Drew Barrymore. In essence, this is the story of a girl (the one that was knocked up in "Juno" but is better apparently), her mother pushes to become Little Miss Sunshine. She, all knocked up in Juno she was she complies, until she realized that she preferred to mini-skirts, and go on wheels will be trouble with other girls in mini-skirt. And we are agreed. So we'll see his mother, and he kindly said, "Yeah, ma'am, do not be cécoin there, c'mon let's s'castagner on wheels anyway, she laid her lumps, it's legit now, she Roller may be trouble as she wants. " So she rolls, quick, she castagne, mini-skirt, with music that rips. And we were jubilant and just to be trouble though we laugh a bit anyway Because it feels good and because the teller of the Gaumont did not steal a little help castagne in the teeth.

To finish the series "My sister is a moth and then I say it's a delicate flower for me not to remove the shoulder", know what being pregnant a large family business of entertainment! To warm up, we'll lay you a coffee port will awaken your great aunt, where I'll write and dance, where Sandra will play the piano and being nice, and when Philip will make videos and prepare ThomThom royal. Alain will be private but before the performance, relative to that the last time he drank, we needed a scaffold to hold it up by directing the Christmas concert. So Alain, juice carrot / turnip. And another that will be quickly dubbed the Royal ThomThom is Maia, who will dance and choreograph for me with these fabulous evening of entertainment. But again, we'll be waiting for the show is past ... Would not brandish it to turn into a raging ...

worry, soon I pollute your facebook too practical information on performances of this show.

And promised soon I acquired a velodrome was added to the "coffee from port a whole act of castagne on wheels.

Oh, and as is still

January ... Happy New Year!

Showers At Summer Camp

- Score


In previous shows, I often sought to redefine the boundaries, to excite the paradoxes, to blur the lines between actor and character, reality and fiction. In addressing
Spring Awakening , I would continue to pursue this.

A question often arises: how to play children 14 years of players who have double?
This is not a default choice is biased staging. This difference is a strength, a true support of the game will not be subject to imitation. I would like to solicit the players remaining who they are, suggest and guess the child they were. There is no takeover of one over the other.
Kantor died in class, had assigned the roles of young schoolchildren to actors very old. In their back, they saw the corpse of their childhood. Here the distance is smaller, but the dialogue remains the same.

Looking through the room, I feel like an elk, a vitality, something instinctual that should be held accountable. I wish we could hear movement inside the actors (the beating of the heart, blood in the temples), that opens each scene and after a race and the breath is palpable. I would also like the sensuality expressed fully.
It seems to me to tell the child he would go through the body, the body discussed, but the body moving, dancing body.
For the first time, I want to link my work that of a choreographer. David Wampler, dancer and choreographer has often explored throughout his shows, the group's report against the individual, he also worked on a formal set of privacy.
In conjunction with this work, I explore the movement of a less cerebral, less narrative. I like to give life to this group of children other than through the text and dialogue, as in the interstices of the scenes the whole place is made to move and dance to find the throbbing, seething that seems internal text.

Music and sound will also important. Olivier Pasquet who works at IRCAM, has often worked on forms of musical theater, he recently worked with Aperghis for its machine parts. He will sign the soundtrack to Spring Awakening .

Visually, I guess for the actors to create a huge playground. Steep terrain because of bumps, holes, water holes, scaffolding ... A united space that can evolve separately considering a forest, a dump, a graveyard ... recreate the pace and atmosphere of the seasons: summer, autumn, winter spring. This will close the drawings of Henry Darger.

Numerous commentators Spring Awakening and I think particularly of Freud and Lacan, have mostly emphasized the feelings of children, the effect produced on them the awakening of sexuality. In this analysis, the repressive character played by parents and the values of bourgeois EDUCED are sidelined. It is an essential part. It's still the aspect that interests me the least, it seems almost obsolete. By working to adapt the piece, I sought to minimize the maximum the role of parents, but to make them exist as off-field, at least not to make them responsible for all the ills of their children. It is a radical bias. But it seems that things have changed dramatically over these issues. A stork is no longer a credible hypothesis, one click for an explanation much more plausible and more detailed evidence by the image.
By working with high school students, I realized that the drama that roamed the room (suicide, abortion, prison house of correction ...) had not lost their topicality. As in the play, we attends a failing education system, it simply educates more children today as a century ago.
I want to talk about today's children.

Wedekind's writing is radical, there is no complacency, Spring Awakening flirts with cruelty, but never forget the humor, the play allows himself lyricism, but n is not a shoddy lyricism. The characters have aspirations, they must still manage to resolve their contradictions.
Spring Awakening : The title carries with it the problem part. Awakening of consciousness, sensuality, sexuality ...
How to negotiate the turn?
is the age when one is no longer a child, it loses its status as an officially innocent, but that status did not he always been overused?
Spring: no season knows so much upheaval.
William Vincent