She’s nine-foot tall, with Barbie-doll legs, a severe bob and big, big eyes that sometimes blink with a satisfying mechanical clunk. Her ‘skin’ is alabaster white and shiny, and there is only a hint of a pubis. Hairless, of course. She stands in the middle of Fabrica gallery (a deconsecrated Regency church in central Brighton). […]

Lexicon takes place in NoFit State’s familiar silver and purple spaceship tent, but unlike previous shows staged in this space, such as Tabu and Bianco, it is not a promenade piece – we are seated in the round (a full 360 degrees round). There isn’t a sawdust ring, but the centre circle is sawdust coloured. […]

A handsome, rugged-looking young man, with a cowboy-country tan and tousled hair, his black T-shirt streaked with rust, lifts a glass water bottle to his lips and drinks slowly and purposefully. It’s a wonderfully theatrical moment. The theatre continues. He stands, poised, and looks over at the big rock almost-perched on an even bigger (human-sized) […]

When you book a train seat, do you like to face forwards or backwards? I always opt for backwards. Forwards and you are hurtling into the future, trees and cars and people a blur as you pass them by. Backwards and the past recedes from you, stretching out into eternity. You have time to take […]