|T-shirt: Rachel Antonoff, Skirt: Anthro, Shoes: Birkenstock|
So, one of my friends from Norway recently came to stay with us. This girl is a busy bee, so Victor and I decided to show her a good time - and that included tickets to an experimental dance show Victor had booked for the three of us on a whim. The dance company is called Fuel, and they combine free-running with dance and martial arts. Their show was called The Roof (watch the trailer!) and took place inside a circular arena in a parking lot behind the National Theatre. There were no seats, the action sort of moved all around you so you just moved with it. There were also headphones that you had to wear, with recorded dialogue and music being played while you watched. It was wonderful and surreal, and I want to go again, with as many friends as I can drum up!
Before going to see the show, my friend offered to do my makeup for me - and we are talking about a true artist with a makeup brush here, so of course I said yes please. Only, I didn't realise that when she was applying lipstick, she was doing it on the outside of my lips as well, giving me a huge red mouth that made me look like the Joker, if he'd joined Cirque du Soleil. No way was I going out looking like that! When we removed the lipstick, there was a small, smushed-up red outline left around my mouth, and my friend off-handedly remarked that I looked like I'd just eaten a bird. (She has cats.)
If you can imagine all the silliness that led to - we dreamed up everything from sparrow sandwiches (dead sparrow wedged between two slices of bread, mayonaise optional), sparrow tea (you stitch a muslin bag around a sparrow's head and soak in hot water - sugar added to taste) and my favourite, the sparrow maki (sushi rolls made from raw sparrow, tastefully decorated with the beak sticking out of the first piece of sushi and the tail sticking out of the last). Also, her husband could grill them whole, feathers and all, on the spit the next time they have a barbecue - with halved tomatoes and bits of pepper wedged in between the dead sparrows for extra vitamins. Naturally.
Ahem, yes, you can see why I'm friends with this madwoman, eh?