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edgarcasey · November 17th, 2009, 03:42 AM

On the night of Saturday, January 18, 2003, I was fortunate enough to be sitting in the second row of McCarter theatre in Princeton to witness something truly extraordinary. The New York Theatre Workshop had come to town to reproduce a work entitled Vienna: Lusthaus, a work originally produced in 1986 by Music-Theatre group. The response to the original production was so positive and overwhelming that the NYTW had decided that it was time to recreate it, hence the newer title, Vienna: Lusthaus (revisited)

like a dream, explores the unconscious world of Vienna
at the beginning of the twentieth century-
in music and movement and texts-
fragments of a lost, shattered world,
taken from the paintings of Egon Schiele and Gustav Klimt,
from the casebooks of Sigmund Freud,
from the dreams of his patients,
from letters and journals and diaries:
the unconscious world from which our tormented,
waking world springs eternally.

Inspiring awe through beauty, this sublime performance (essentially a series of 31 brief vignettes, with titles such as "Two Girls, Music Box," "Girls Nude Duet," "Male/Female Nude Duet," "Men's Club," "Sweet Girls," "Skating/Winter Sequence," "Rat," "Dead Soldier," and "Rigormortis"), while wonderfully ethereal and dreamlike in tone (a diaphanous gauze curtained upstage served to enhance this nebulous quality), cut very deeply to the core of human emotion, as it dealt boldly and unapologetically with these things which are the concentrated substance of life itself: nature, anatomy, love, music, sex, awareness of self and others, relationships, death. The result was fine art of the highest order, a fantastical and ineffable work, evoking a profound visceral response from within even the most staid audience member.
The nude scenes evidenced the beautiful, lustrous, full black triangles of the female performers. Each had an abundance of pubic hair. It has since occured to me that within the world of art, be it serious photography, painting, or performance, whenever or wherever female nudity is the focus, thankfully, women with pubic hair remains standard.
And so while many of us lament the current trend of obsessive shaving, the hairless mons being so ubiquitous, it is indeed refreshing to consider that at least within the realm of visual arts, pubic hair is predominant.

November 17th, 2009, 03:42 AM	#9
edgarcasey Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: New Jersey, USA and Manila, Philippines Posts: 305 Thanks: 3,658 Thanked 3,759 Times in 303 Posts	Vienna: Lusthaus (revisited) On the night of Saturday, January 18, 2003, I was fortunate enough to be sitting in the second row of McCarter theatre in Princeton to witness something truly extraordinary. The New York Theatre Workshop had come to town to reproduce a work entitled Vienna: Lusthaus, a work originally produced in 1986 by Music-Theatre group. The response to the original production was so positive and overwhelming that the NYTW had decided that it was time to recreate it, hence the newer title, Vienna: Lusthaus (revisited) like a dream, explores the unconscious world of Vienna at the beginning of the twentieth century- in music and movement and texts- fragments of a lost, shattered world, taken from the paintings of Egon Schiele and Gustav Klimt, from the casebooks of Sigmund Freud, from the dreams of his patients, from letters and journals and diaries: the unconscious world from which our tormented, waking world springs eternally. Inspiring awe through beauty, this sublime performance (essentially a series of 31 brief vignettes, with titles such as "Two Girls, Music Box," "Girls Nude Duet," "Male/Female Nude Duet," "Men's Club," "Sweet Girls," "Skating/Winter Sequence," "Rat," "Dead Soldier," and "Rigormortis"), while wonderfully ethereal and dreamlike in tone (a diaphanous gauze curtained upstage served to enhance this nebulous quality), cut very deeply to the core of human emotion, as it dealt boldly and unapologetically with these things which are the concentrated substance of life itself: nature, anatomy, love, music, sex, awareness of self and others, relationships, death. The result was fine art of the highest order, a fantastical and ineffable work, evoking a profound visceral response from within even the most staid audience member. The nude scenes evidenced the beautiful, lustrous, full black triangles of the female performers. Each had an abundance of pubic hair. It has since occured to me that within the world of art, be it serious photography, painting, or performance, whenever or wherever female nudity is the focus, thankfully, women with pubic hair remains standard. And so while many of us lament the current trend of obsessive shaving, the hairless mons being so ubiquitous, it is indeed refreshing to consider that at least within the realm of visual arts, pubic hair is predominant.