This evening in Chelsea I accessorized a silk summer dress with a macabre mask as I immersed myself within the interactive, theatrical world of Shakespeare’s fallen hero, Macbeth.
Sleep No More, an impressive production put on by theatre company Punchdrunk, rattled me more than my first ever sex ed class in junior high school. I was told by fellow spectators, some on their third and fourth excursion to the play, that the performance makes more sense the second time around. My health teacher said the same thing.
