Fuerza Bruta

It was a picture on a Facebook friend's wall that made me want to see Fuerza Bruta. Was she floating? swimming? flying? I couldn't tell--and I didn't want to. So I didn't read a single review, watch a single trailer or audience video, or look at a single picture after that.

I'm so glad I didn't peek. It was nice to be surprised, amazed, and even get teary-eyed.

Ika-nga ng aking tipsy self:

The only two pictures I took while watching Fuerza Bruta because I wanted to be in the moment. There is grace in every struggle. There is beauty in a wave of fabric and hair and water. And there is joy in every complimentary cocktail. Bow.

We were the first audience members to enter the performance area.

Being responsible OC producers, we arrived at the Manila Hotel the same time the staff did.

We also did an ocular (akala mo ang laki ng lugar) before looking for dinner.

My trusty Chucks hanging out in the aftermath.