At the weekend event, 10 boundary-pushing artists turned their practices into assertions of radical expression, with Nile Harris showing CULTURED how a blend of satire, play, and raw energy can extend far beyond the stage.

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“Someone at work asked me a few months ago, ‘Who is this character when you’re wearing the wig?’ And I was like ‘Idk it isn’t a character, I just like this wig.'” All photos by Nile Harris.

As a murky fog rolled onto the beach, the final 6 a.m performance of the BOFFO Performance Festival‘s day-to-night marathon came to a close. The title for the 11.5-hour cumulative program was Dystopian Ecstasy. With a slate of otherworldly site-specific performances, a day-partying army of barely-there swimsuits on the beach, and several crawls by performers in and out of the briny waves, it certainly looked the part.

Between July 12 and 13 in Fire Island Pines, the gay haven played host to a sequence of 10 performances across three sites (the beach, a James McLeod home, and a helipad) featuring talents across art and music including Shannon Funchess, Jonathan González, Lysis, Byrell the Great, Nile Harris, Jas Lin, Makadsi, River Moon, Symara Sarai and WILDBLUR. Since 2015, performers have descended on the island for a schedule of immersive installations, experimental performance, and musical sets; this year’s extravaganza was curated by Sydney Fishman, and Lucas Ondak.

For Harris and collaborator Dyer Rhoads, producing work in the context of the sand and salt provided a particularly fertile environment for the artist’s lauded performance technique. Equal parts critique, satire, and social commentary, the interactive work pulled audience members—including photographer Wolfgang Tillmans and actor Hari Nefinto an exploration of gay social dynamics, body dialogue, and community-building. In front of beachy murals and a painted sun held by two volunteers, Harris read cheeky excerpts of overheard Pines conversations, coaxed a modelesque figure into a repeated runway walk, pulling tautly-muscled men out of the crowd to spin slowly as if on display, and recruited viewers to take part in a a reading, beach ball toss, and a staged gaggle of queer laughter.

Behind the scenes, Harris was snapping his film camera as the festival ensued. CULTURED was there to experience it all with the artist, and offers herein an intimate portrait (or twelve) of how a performer sets their stage, and ignites an audience in real time.

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Slept with my Labubu for good luck.

 

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I’m often (re)writing the play in my head ’til the moment we’re on stage.

 

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This play, entirely read by the audience, consists of snippets of things I overheard in the Pines paired with random musings (like my newfound religious fervor).

 

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My collaborator Dyer Rhoads and I preparing to take the painted backdrops down to the beach.

 

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DJ Byrell the Great and his homies by the pool.

 

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Artist Jas Lin and production coordinator Joey Sweeney during tech rehearsal.

 

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Tech dream team: festival co-curator Lucas Ondak, Joey Sweeney, and Dyer Rhoads securing these bamboo framed paintings from flying away and stabbing someone.

 

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Artist K8 Hardy arriving fashionably on-time to the festival, drinking a Diet Coke.

 

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Artists Symara Sarai and Kashia Kancey performing. Lesbian dance theater for the win.

 

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Artist Jonathan González also wearing a wig.

 

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Flash reflecting on misty fog. The programmed portion of the night ended with a transfixing performance by artist Lysis (Ley) entitled Afters. It was in this moment that the name and theme of the festival, Dystopian Ecstasy, was more alive than ever. Soundtracked by her chosen family, Zora Jade Khiry, Bambi, & DJPT, it seemed to me as if Ley was dancing in escape of herself. The moisture in the air caused the sound system to go out. She was still but the dance continued. The sound eventually came back on, a recording of her heartbeat cutting through the morning air as we all stood in the dunes asking ourselves, so where are the afters? I ran out of film.

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