I recently learned about a now long-defunct DIY venue called Secret Location, which I imagine is just as often a fun name to have as an annoying one. I imagine the curators at Earth, which is a kunsthalle-pilled project space named after a planet, bump up against this issue sometimes. It doesn't seem to matter much. Their programs featuring artists and writers like Tao Lin, Seth Price, Chris Kraus, JT Leroy, Amalia Ulman, and Eli Keszler, typically invite more foot traffic than the rest of the openings on Orchard combined. The Instagram post describes this as a "fashion performance structured as a boarding queue," choreographed by Sharleen Chidiac of PAGEANT/Voyeur and co-written by curator Liby Hays, whose "Manhattan Provisional Robo Theater" turned the space into a packed droid petting zoo last October. The arduino critters were dopey and unsure of their agency, their limited range of movement and planned obsolescence garnering a strange sympathy for inanimate objects. I was struck by the tragedy of a pizza robot with bagel wheels, spinning around a pizza box, doomed to decomposition. Sharleen’s gift is using movement to tease the absurdity out of the mundane. Given air travel is always a choreographed indignity, why not make a show of it?