Nils Frahm’s music is an expanding lung. It wheezes and gasps as it’s squeezed tight. It fills and fills and keeps on growing and the edges get thinner and it’s about to burst and then it releases and sinks back…
Exploring consent issues through interactive drama and comedy can effect lasting change, whether tackling violence against sex workers in Africa, sex education in South America or abuse in UK schools. Read the full article here. Published 11 Jan 2018. Photograph:…
Photograph by Pamela Raith Full article here.
Photo by Mark Douet for Bristol Old Vic. Of the 20 most recent stage reviews in the Guardian, the Daily Telegraph, The Times and the Independent, 62% were written by white men, 38% by white women, 0% per cent…
I don’t know how to write about sexual assault anymore. I don’t know how to write about sexual assault anymore. I don’t know how to write about sexual assault anymore. I don’t know how to write about sexual…
When making coffee in Bosnia, the saying goes that you should always expect an unexpected guest, and therefore always pour an extra cup. This attitude of welcoming unexpected guests really resonates for our group as we navigated ethnic tensions, asking…
It is always harder to criticise a show that’s based on personal history because you’re often dealing with very real and often very present pain. The three performers in As a Tiger in the Jungle – an international production from Ali Williams and Circus Xanti – joined…
it is easy to look down on rupi kaur’s poetry. too young. too tumblr. too i’m-in-love-for-the-first-time-and-no-one-has-ever-felt-this-way-before. kaur’s anti-establishment style- self-published, with a lack of capital letters and a disdain for punctuation- is synonymous with many of today’s instapoets. yet…
Photograph: Pamela Raith Read on The Guardian here.
“Sexual consent row as feminists accuse Bristol University of downgrading workshop to online quiz” “Feminist group furious over Bristol University’s ‘reckless’ changes to sexual consent workshops” These were just two of…
With a loop pedal and a slightly shattered heart, James Rowland stands alone onstage. He wears scuffed trainers, odd socks and a viking helmet. Paddling his way through…
