ROBERT WILSON’S NIGHT
The Watermill Center is a large fulltime school and research facility owned and run by theatrical and visual visionary and all around artistic Guru Robert Wilson.
Every summer celebrities, artists, Kuwaiti princesses and the Hampton residents who love to rub elbows or some appendage with them flock to his annual event.
The event is something to experience. It’s one part Cirque de Soleil, mixed with hunk of Art Basel, and some serious once upon a time downtown, fame moved them uptown performers. And endless artists doing whatever thing they and Wilson cook up to titillate, entertain and raise money for his center.
He attracts people from Lady GaGa last year, to Michael Baryshnikov this year.
As one glanced around the audience this year you could find a Kuwaiti princesses bidding on everything that came up for sale and French film star Isabel Huppert dozing off.
New money, old money, no money. New talent, old talent, hopefully soon to be discovered talent all gather to raise funds and pay homage to Robert Wilson – who this year looked like a cross between Darth Vader and an extra in a Harry Potter Film.
Mind you, I’m not making fun of it. It’s an impressive scene. It’s sensuous; it can be very beautiful and quite weird
It’s ambitious and the scope of it represents what makes Wilson a beloved figure in many countries; though not as much here as in Europe.
When the cacophony and theatrics die down and the students flock to the stage for their fifteen seconds of fame you understand the real essence of what the center does. It provides a haven, a startlingly beautiful haven for them to create and push their talent in directions that more conventional institutions would not. And that along with many other things is the genius of Robert Wilson. He covets, protects and nurtures the eccentric and the original, while knowing how to impress and get backing from the mainstream.