January 27, 2007

Because Alexandra is awesome, she got me to photograph this year’s WLU Fringe festival. Consequently, for an entire week I got to strap cameras to my body and see Fringe reach new heights of funniness, insightfullness, and crapulence.

First, the crappy part: one of the plays dealt entirely with poo. The original script didn’t have any references to scatology, but the actors on stage felt the overwhelming need to improvise, so the whole performance was suddenly focused on lower bodily functions. Jesus Fucking Christ.

The rest of the short plays were rather fantastic: there was rapid Hamlet, and musicals, and dozens of furry animals humping. I’m still struggling to process the thousands of photos taken and the tingling sensations Fringe left in my pants.