Shortly after moving in to our current apartment, Fred renamed it The White Box. The living room doubles as his office, and has white walls and a white-ish linoleum floor (I know, yuck). We added white curtains and white shelves. All the better to write poetry in, he says.
Last month, the dance floor in our studio at the theater was replaced - white - and a curtain was added so that we can cover the mirrors when we run through the pieces - also white. And then there's our new piece, which premieres in one week, featuring as a set, appropriately, 6 white boxes....
a forest of microphones...
a hanging block of ice
and many, many costumes. All of them white.
1 comment:
white is the new ecru!
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