Prepare yourself for a glorious extravaganza of mixed print media: from chopped magazine pages to laser printed zines, this exhibition is a secret society of dancing books.

“The demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder”: Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up and get ready for a postmodern mashup of revolutionary Russia, neatly ordered sequins, Nikola Tesla (did you know he fell in love with a pigeon in his dying days?*), eyeballs shooting rainbow beams, not to mention a dash of good ol’ Boney M. The theatrical bookmaking duo has arrived at a Surrealist disco, and the star of the night is, of course, Rasputin!

The Ladies of the Press* returns to the dance floor with a series of absurdist concoctions of dodgy technicolour-esque stopmotion shorts with flying chopped paper limbs and an unveiling of Volume Three: a collaborative zine/publication between the Ladies* and other Five Years members that has been in the making, behind the scenes, for some time now.

So, somehow, the mystic Rasputin lurks in the spotlight as well as the dark corners of these works that manifest in various media. What is he doing there? And why is he adorned in gold? And is that a strikethrough through his name?

*“Yes, I loved that pigeon, I loved her as a man loves a woman, and she loved me.”
(Nikola Tesla)