Calmly a naked man is standing beneath strip lights, is clogging his genitals, is putting on seven underpants. Now his looks are touching, like those of a big, freshly swaddled baby. With dandy like voice Kevin Coyne is singing a nerve-racking song: „Good Boy … well done!“ All through the controversial performance by Parisian artist Alain Buffard haunt bits and pieces of a nightmare: drug packages en masse, high heels glued to bare feet, a creaking instrumental version of „New York, New York“, and even more underpants worn above one another. For this solo piece Buffard condenses the states of vitality and illness, power and nakedness, stillness and ritual, the result being an radical draft for a new and no longer idealized body sculpture.