Spleen (2018), one hour performance by Nova Melancholia. Scattered impressions of Baudelaire’s “Fleurs du mal” at an appartment in Exarheia, Athens.

We are many, or quite a few, in a small apartment with a balcony. We make up our faces, we go in and out; we get bored, we camp in front of the mirror; we disguise ourselves, we flash the lights. We recite poems in French. It’s like a wait. For something that does not come, but we make it come ourselves: and if it is fake, it doesn’t matter. It can be better than the real.

Τhe show is mournful and devoted to the memory of Vassilis Noulas’ mother and to the memory of our friend Vassiliki Dimou.