HALLO! I’M JACKET! It is a highly ironic show. It is a ridiculous and irreverent reflection of a feeling that draws instead originated from more bitter feeling, concerning in general the so- called “modern world”, with its speed from fast food media, disposable culture and performative anxiety. Up to our necks in a reality that seems to give always more credit to what simply is trendy, we “make a mockery” of our being constantly harassed by the idea of being: Productive! Seductive! Interesting!

Alternative! Cool! No matter what the content and the knowledge are. The bitterness however, leaves room for the buffoonery, the mockery, surreal irony. In such a caricatured world, what is the artist’s relationship with creation? With him being on stage? With displaying himself on an empty stage? What he has to say this contemporary theater? In Hallo! I’m Jacket! everything is to the extreme: the artistic performance is metaphorically translated as athletic performance. The performer, an athlete who waves the white flag with the conviction of the total lack of content. On the face, the dazzling smile of idiocy. The theater, is paradoxically transformed into the stadium that accommodates the “World Championship of Performance”. The two performers, the two clowns fight, compete, dance, sweat… for nothing! Only to please you, to entertain you.

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