Saturday, April 28, 2012

SLEEP NO MORE - NYC Performance - W. 27th Street

Sleep No More
At The McKittrick Hotel is actually three adjoining warehouses in Chelsea's gallery district
at 530, West 27th Street. It is an immersive theatre installation created by British theatre company Punchdrunk based on their original 2003 London production and their 2009 collaboration with Boston's American Repertory Theatre. The company reinvented Sleep No More in a co-production with Emursive, and began performances on March 7, 2011. The production is set in a block of warehouses in Manhattan, which the company transformed into an abandoned hotel called The McKittrick Hotel. Sleep No More won the 2011 Drama Desk Award for Unique Theatrical Experience and won Punchdrunk special citations at the 2011 Obie Awards for design and choreography.
Sleep No More tells the story of Macbeth through a film noir lens. If you can walk through dark corridors and step quickly up stairwells at a pace that follows the action and the actors of what appears more like performance art and contemporary dance, it’s a story that unfolds and you are part of the masquerade. The darkness and quiet hush brings a heightened eeriness, leading its audience on a merry, macabre chase, through a labrinith of  rooms that are set to fashion Shakespeare.  The masked audience moves freely at their own pace, choosing where to play hide and seek, and everyone’s journey is unique. The actors can be found in bedrooms, bathrooms, ballrooms, hospital rooms and nurseries dressing and undressing, dancing to the foxtrot, making love, killing one another while washing their bodies, and hands of blood. (The Macbeth mansion has many bathtubs as well as, oil painting, fans, closets, bookcases.) Choreographed by Ms. Doyle, these activities are executed with tense balletic virtuosity by neurotic, anguished and gymnastic creative artists’, who climb the walls (literally) during moments of intensity within their character.  The mood-matching sound design includes recordings (“Goodnight Children, Everywhere,” “A Nightingale Sang in
Berkeley Square”), techno music (but only for the witches) and swoony, suspenseful Bernard Herrmann scores for Hitchcock movies.
The interior detail of every room - set decoration encompasses every thought of how a mansion should be when found after many years of being locked away with twilight-crepuscular, smog, and the odor of death, life, and they mystery of who you will find upon opening a door, closet, casket; it’s like Pandora’s Box giving way to curiosity you must know who or what adventure is waiting on the other side. But beware as the audience is masked and you never know who will bring you to sigh, or fear the cast or the person standing, sitting, running toward you in a white mask with a pointed extended jaw.  
Many of the roles are double cast; meaning an actor may play one role one night and be expected to play another on a different night.
By Emursive; directed by Felix Barrett and Maxine Doyle; design by Mr. Barrett, Livi Vaughan and Beatrice Minns; choreography by Ms. Doyle; sound by Stephen Dobbie; lighting by Mr. Barrett and Euan Maybank; costumes by David Israel Reynoso; production manager, Bradley Thompson. A Punchdrunk production, presented by Emursive, Randy Weiner, Arthur Karpati and Jonathan Hochwald, principals, in association with Rebecca Gold Productions and Douglas G. Smith, with Centaur Properties, Dave Kavanagh CWL, Tim Levy, Michael O’Malley, Kostas Panagopoulos, Madstone Productions LLC, Marco Olmi, Rachael Stone Olmi, Daryl Roth Productions, Dr. Philip and Gail Stone and True Love Productions LLC. At the McKittrick Hotel,
WITH: Phil Atkins (Duncan), Kelly Bartnik (Catherine Campbell), Sophie Bortolussi (Lady Macbeth), Nicholas Bruder (Macbeth), Ching-I Chang (Sexy Witch), Hope T. Davis (Bald Witch),John Sorensen-Jolink (Macduff), Stephanie Eaton (Nurse Shaw), Gabriel Forestieri (J. Fulton), Jeffery Lyon (Banquo), Careena Melia (Hecate), Jordan Morley (Boy Witch), Matthew Oaks (Porter), Rob Najarian (Malcolm), Alli Ross (Lady Macduff), Paul Singh (Speakeasy Barman), Tori Sparks (Agnes Naismith) and Lucy York (Matron).
530 West 27th Street, Chelsea
; (866) 811-4111, sleepnomorenyc.com. Through May 14. Approximate running time: 2 hours.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Dreamers' Dream

Dreamers' Dream
Dreamers' Dream where financial annalists never walk,
Where attorney’s listen but never talk…
Dreamers' Dream in shades that banker’s never see,
Where dealers never deal…
Dreamers' Dream where imagination ignites like red poppies-between blades of pastures green,
In the corners of their minds,
Dreamers' Dream where racers never tread…
Dreamers' Dream on a bet…
Take a chance
With the players they’ve never met
Dreamers' Dream.
Maia Nero ©










Monday, April 9, 2012

The New Visitor Center at Brooklyn Botanical Gardens





Now is the time to visit the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, if you want to walk into the essence of Spring that radiates with color and inspiration like a Henri Matisse painting.

The Grand Opening for the New Visitors Center which is the gateway to the blossoming Gardens is May 10, 2012. This is an extraordinary vision built to be environmentally sustainable by New York City architect Weiss Manfredi.
The design of the visitor center is a seamless transformation an extension of the landscape. Encapsulated into an existing berm, the center is experienced as a three dimensional continuation of the garden path system, framing a series of views into and through the garden. Sited at Washington Avenue, the visitor center wanders from the city into the garden, providing clear orientation and access to the major precincts. The visitor center includes an orientation room, information lobby, gift shop, exhibition gallery, cafe, and an elliptical events space. The design provides a roof built with over 40,000 plants a geoechange system, new vistas into the Garden will bring an overwhelming vista from many vantage points…
Membership: http://www.bbg.org/ or call 718 623 7210
Subway #2 train to Eastern Pkway stop, approx 25 minutes from midtown Manhattan.






Monday, March 26, 2012

Spring in Brooklyn Heights







I decided to venture outside for a breath of fresh spring air and to photograph the beautiful blossoms which almost look like snow-flakes decorating my tree-lined street; when there before me were sirens, seven hook-and-ladders and several police cars. I guess the warm weather brought a young driver to test his skills on a beautiful Sunday afternoon; except while turning the corner he hit a tree the car went on the curb, hit scaffolding which surrounded an older building on the corner of Pierpont and Willow Street.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Oh...that Barbie!



















































Here is a little fashion show celebrating 50 years of CFDA - Counsel of Fashion Designers of America - with run-way style that teases and tempts the imagination with several high-fashion designers that have once again dressed Barbie to sparkle, shine, dance, travel and oh yes, tie the knot.

The Barbie doll was invented in 1959 by Ruth Handler (co-founder of Mattel), whose own daughter was named Barbara. Barbie was introduced to the world at the American Toy Fair in New York City. Barbie's job was and remains a teenage fashion doll.


A pretty little plastic doll which came to life through a couture sense of style brought an attitude of culture, elegance and social grace into every little girl’s heart; and then along came Ken. Exhibition located at: Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology

E Bldg. (lobby) -227 W. 27th Street

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Common Courtesy in our Techno Society

In today’s modern society, with techno advancement, dancing faster than the moment, I can’t help but wonder what’s happened to common courtesy? Social respect, in my opinion, requires a new book of etiquette since our social networking has changed the environment we live in.
I don’t find that people will hold the door to allow someone to pass through. I rarely hear “Good morning …how are you today?” I also live in New York City, and I have to take the subways. I don’t recall the last time I saw a man offer his seat to a woman. For those of you who smoke and I don’t, I find it so environmentally inconsiderate when a smoker flicks their cigarette while still burning onto the city street to continue to spread smoke into the air that I’m still breathing, cough...cough…
During morning rush hour when the subway is crowed to the max and a thin hair couldn’t be squeezed between straphangers, it amazes me how people will read their newspapers or magazines and continue to flip through the pages without a thought that the ink is now on my face!
Recently, during an intermission at a concert I decided my thirst required a sip of water. I found my way to the drinking fountain for what I used to remember was for a quick sip of water. There before me was a line of also very thirsty individuals, only they had quart size bottles to fill. I finally asked if I could just take a sip of water, the young lady in front of me said “Sure if you really must.” Possibly this requires another solution; as I find my having to wait to quench my thirst may require longer than a fifteen minute intermission.

I decided to see the recent Oscar winning movie The Artist; during the movie the man to the left of me began texting. I don’t know what was more intrusive, the light that shinned into my eyes from his phone or the striking of each key as he continued to text during a silent movie. Finally some brave soul said, “Could you please stop texting.” His reply was, “Why is it too loud?”
How many of us know what, when, where and why from listening to someone’s cell phone conversation. What happened to privacy? Do I really need to be your best friend when I don’t know you? I hear loud cell-phone conversations in the ladies room, restaurants, hallways, supermarkets, sidewalks, cabs, cars, crossing the street; is anyone paying attention, or is this just an accident waiting to happen?
Fast, just doesn’t seem fast enough, with our technologically advanced society. I for one believe we need some new rules, and another filling station for all of those who have decided to carry their own containment of water; possibly a filling station.
I once heard an expression, Courtesy is Contagious; Pass it On… I wonder about that now.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Midnight Blues - You're My Gift

You’re My Gift

There’s nothing I can tell anyone about us;
Now that you live in my Heart…
There’s nothing more that needs to be known,
Your remain in a holding pattern,
A secrete glove compartment…my very own.

For you my Sweet Dream
Forever remain:

In the hush of evening
In the morning rush…
In the wind that howls
You ignite my soul…
Like a candle…
You are my afterglow
You I behold.

Maia Nero