Jerome Bel’s work is apparently simple and yet deeply enigmatic. It was unconventional programming on the part of the festival co-ordinator Ayla Surneven, to show the company’s signature piece Jerome Bel only two years after it was last seen here. However I was pleased to get the opportunity to experience it again and many others had missed it the first time. The performers apparently reveal all, their names, telephone numbers, bank balances, naked bodies, even their own sweat and urine, yet still remain ciphers. Bel reduces dance to its component parts – space, time, the body, with lights and music in the form of a hand-held bare light bulb and a breathily-sung rendition of the Rite of Spring. Words and symbols written in chalk or lipstick determine or give a name to what we see. What we do see are the kind of games lovers might play, passing the time doing things with their naked bodies. The performers gradually up the ante until the « release » of the climax, and then wipe away selective traces of the chalk from the blackboard to leave us with a quirky ending. In the way they used their bodies, particularly in apparently passing an object around under the skin, they suggested that the body is a « suit », or at least « skin pants » and a « skin vest ».