Sometimes you need to be lost to find yourself. Sometimes your shadow self needs to find the light…and there is a transformation. A mischievous, miscreation. A magical, misological misfit emerges and defies classical identification. You see yourself. You are beautiful.
It is May and there is a chill in the air. Down a cobbled alley there is a glow penetrating the night, pouring out of a passage…a place where musical miscreants and conjuring mystics welcome those misfits in from the dark.
You are invited to revel in a night of gender fluidity, where girls are boys and boys are girls and anything and everything in between. Dress in your finery and be enchanted by a vaudevillian display of music, magic and theatre.