“If you slip and almost step on a waterlogged mouse, do not attempt an artsy contortion. You will pull a muscle in your back.” D.B. Miller walks us through eight steps to success when attending Zürich’s open-air festival.
“Fact: If you want to get close to the stage, you have to prepare. Some call it a military operation. I call it war.” D.B. Miller scans the audience in the pit with a series of vignettes.
D.B. Miller on what a new century means for Cabaret Voltaire—and the rest of us—in the latest chapter of Notes from the Unexpected.
“This is punk. This is what it’s for. A woman half my age is my teacher. And she didn’t come here to dance.” D.B. Miller faces off the Petrol Girls and Dead Kennedys in her new series.
In the latest instalment of Notes from the Unexpected, writer DB Miller finds herself once again on the shores of the Zürisee … this time at the Rote Fabrik.
D.B. Miller’s Notes from the Unexpected opens a small door into Rue de Framboise, a tattoo and piercing establishment with a difference.
D.B. Miller finds hidden gems when she talks with the artists behind Les Millionnaires jewellers, in Zürich’s well-heeled Old Town.
D.B. Miller hands over the helm to Zürich’s ever-changing heart—the Zürisee—and displaces Point-Of-View, in her latest instalment of Notes from the Unexpected.
D.B. Miller explores the magic of bringing acts to Zürich’s Kaufleuten stage, in the latest instalment of Notes from the Unexpected.
In the next instalment of Notes from the Unexpected, D.B. Miller finds herself afloat amid lovers of theatre and art.