Julie Kegels’ show unfolded at the metro stop Passy in Paris’ 16th arrondissement, models spilling out of an apartment door like they had just remembered, mid-thought, that they were late to somewhere else. Caught in between never arriving and always on the move, they walked to a soundtrack of 32 women’s voices, internal monologues drifting from anxious to hopeful to blank. “Change. Change. Left, right, left, right. Don’t trip. Don’t forget your head.”, turning the runway into a collective stream of consciousness.
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