Powerful winds were blowing roofs off Cape Town houses as ‘Dada South?’ opened at the National Gallery on Saturday evening. I arrived late, but heard next day that some would–be opening guests, denied entry while some performance inside was in progress left again because it was much too unpleasant being buffeted in the wind to wait.
A pity. Inside, everyone was in high spirits as this mega show, years in the planning, and curated by Roger van Wyk with the assistance of Kathryn Smith opened its doors for the first time. I can’t comment yet because the crush was too great to really look at the exhibition properly, but those who persevered announced themselves impressed.
Last time I was at the SANG, for the opening of ‘Strengths and Convictions’ I couldn’t see the Norwegian Queen, who was in attendance, above the heads of the crowd. This time, queen-spotting was easier. Probably because in heels and wig this queen was well over 6’ 4”. And dressed in clinging gold lame. And writhing to the band. Her name was Andrew, ex of Lola’s.
Talking about costume, the Mother City Queer Party is just around the corner. It’s the annual event which has a theme, and you have to go as part of a team dressed appropriately. Or undressed inappropriately. Whatever. There have been great years and swak years, but this time it’s at the Old Biscuit Mill on December 19, and the theme is Tool Box. Really subtle.
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