Michael blew my mind Saturday night. Check him out sauntering around in his jogging bottoms and socks, owning the place. So much love for him in that room it was palpable..
His new show's choreography was amplified by an army of volunteer dancers of different ages, sizes, colours..I loved their imperfect moves and excited expressions. The colossal scale of the setting - Tate Modern's turbine hall, dramatic lighting, costumes by Bodymap's Stevie Stewart and booming soundtrack by Pulp, Kraftwerk, and David Bowie had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up start to finish...
There's a power..vulnerability and a delicious naughtiness to Michael that takes your breath away...watching him dance you forget about reality...he hold's you in the epicentre of a euphoric universe just for that moment..
Thank you Charlie Harrington for taking me xx