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Creation: 18 and 20 May 2019
With Marie Verge, Adrien Solis, Christophe Imbs and David Noir
place of creation: The Generator
Production: Arts Diffusion

A performance for men, women and car doors

A couple chained to the upright piano in their living room are waiting for the earthquake of their break-up. It's a couple that accidents happen. The earth is populated by its inconsequences.
The origin of the world? What a good joke! Only the origin of the social order. Wherever there are women and men. Everywhere the same. No reason to settle anywhere but within oneself.

That's to set the record straight with a story, but there's no such thing as a story, there's no...

From the banality of the beautiful

How banal and ordinary the beautiful one is! How beautiful is everywhere, in the street, in nature, on supermarket shelves, in the forest and in nuclear power stations, in the frightened eyes of infants and in disasters, in putrefaction as well as in refined foods ...

All right, I'll see you around!

Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.

Mobil'Male | An accident | Visual © David Noir 2019

An accident

my definition:

A before, a during and hopefully sometimes an after that transforms life, when it is not also the expressions, the facial features or the total physiognomy. We are modelled physically, intellectually, in our ways of being, as much by biology as by love, desire, sex, themselves emanations of biology. These events in our lives interest me more than the global story that people tell themselves afterwards. I am more excited by their succession and simultaneity than by the bonds that would hold them together and that we call "one life". In short, for me, the bias is the living, not life. The living as an accident of life. That's my Darwinian side, I guess.

 

What's in the Mobil'Homme?

There will also be songs by Sardou, Vartan, lyrics by me, music by Christophe Imbs, sequences from the improbable cinema of an authentic ex-couple reincarnated for the occasion.

Yeah, but what would Mr. Hyde's shadow doing detached from Dr. Jekyll and lurking around in such a story without a script ?

Why not, since we could even, if we look hard enough, come across the duality of a Dorian Gaya man in octopus costume, a mutant actress from one species to another and an inexpressive boy with a head too empty not to travel alone through his own terrors ...

Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead...