“As a synth drone played in the background, she walked out entirely shrouded in white, her whole head covered, and she began to flail, silently and away from the microphone, as the band kicked up a ryhthm. The stage, previously pitch black, was now lit up with a projection of crisscrossing, dim white lines, aimed from the foot of the stage so that the patterns played out on Danilova’s white cloak. Already, this was a spectacle, but when Danilova lowered the hood of her cloak and stepped up to the microphone, shit got real.”Photos by Chona Kasinger.Published on May 5, 2011