The Lucerne audience is seated in front of hairdressers' mirrors, and served by a
professional hairstylist. With each cut hair, a fragment of their lifetime and
recollection falls and lands in a strange world behind rhythmically opening
hairdressing mirrors. There, bald spirits, orthodox clerics, Wigman dancers
fascinated by Nam June Paik and extensive wigs are dancing. The customers' gaze
no longer falls on their own reflections behind rotating mirrors, but on the art of
theatre and the artificiality of imaginary worlds - and collides extremely comically
with the ad lib comments of the actually coiffured customers and well known local
hairdresser.

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