"The juxtaposition of textures, of the silky, flowing hair with the heavy, sweaty bodies, says something. We think of the blessed damozel leaning down from Heaven. But we don't stop thinking that the scene is also pretty bizarre, and that double meaning is echt Bausch." From "City Lights" by Joan Acocella The New Yorker, Dec. 25, 2006 and Jan. 1, 2007, p 142
"The juxtaposition of textures, of the silky, flowing hair with the heavy, sweaty bodies, says something. We think of the blessed damozel leaning down from Heaven. But we don't stop thinking that the scene is also pretty bizarre, and that double meaning is echt Bausch."
From "City Lights" by Joan Acocella
The New Yorker, Dec. 25, 2006 and Jan. 1, 2007, p 142