


They are three. They are women. They stir things up. At the bar, on the tables, for the lonely, the young, the old and the elderly. They play. They play with their bodies, through music and movement, tirelessly filling the space and passionately throwing themselves into a wild dance. They play with looking each other in the eyes, looking you in the eyes. Sparkling, glassy, gentle, unsettling, mischievous, tender gazes. Like so many characters that inhabit nights out in bars.
„She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor. And she’s dancing like she has never danced before.”





They are three. They are women. They stir things up. At the bar, on the tables, for the lonely, the young, the old and the elderly. They play. They play with their bodies, through music and movement, tirelessly filling the space and passionately throwing themselves into a wild dance. They play with looking each other in the eyes, looking you in the eyes. Sparkling, glassy, gentle, unsettling, mischievous, tender gazes. Like so many characters that inhabit nights out in bars.
„She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor. And she’s dancing like she has never danced before.”

