that ain’t gold

That ain’t gold, its a fish.
That ain’t gold, its fish!
That ain’t gold.
No pawnshop is gonna accept that

that ain’t gold is a re-imagined mash up performance that interrogates East London’s built environment through repetition of its technologies, filmic representations of its censorship, and the glamorisation of its history.

Constructing /Feral dwelling / Fetishising
City / Self
Queer survival

How have my silences influenced what my body says to you now?

Dancing to be more than a silhouette, even though sportswear is having a revival.

Its ok you can smoke in here, it gets absorbed.