Amsterdam Fringe Festival. Eleven days of theatre, performance, dance. Of not-yet-discovered and untamed makers. Of in between categories and all over boundaries. Of scruffy theaters and sloppy venues. Of all you never wanted. And a little more.

It’s the 21st century. It’s time we stop categorizing, tagging, labeling. To encounter a richness of creativity and innovation. A multitude of ways to deal with existing frameworks. To obscure the beauty of details and shades. Of letting go of yes or no or in or out. Fuck boxes. Boxes are for pussies.