powernap

Protest is the New Brunch


Nina Sarnelle

2017 was a year of deep civic despair for leftists in America. Donald Trump was busy dismantling civil protections, dissolving treaties, spewing hate speech, and separating children from their parents at the Southern border. There were too many fronts that needed fighting all at once. It was dizzying. We started saving the phone numbers of local elected officials into our phones. “Protest is the New Brunch” began trending on Twitter (a platform not yet controlled by an unhinged megalomaniac). It felt like rock bottom, like things couldn’t get any worse—which of course was not true.

That year, I started going to protests for the first time since college: demonstrations against the mass deportation and detention of asylum seekers, against the accelerating threat of nuclear war with Iran and North Korea, in support of the Palestinian Great March of Return, as well as local struggles for affordable housing and tenant rights. Each time the shit hit the proverbial fan, I would venture out on Saturday with a freshly Sharpied cardboard sign. My engagement was reactionary and unfocused, a flailing embodiment of the “In This House, We Believe” yard signs sprouting across Los Angeles lawns. There is undoubtedly something meaningful about standing next to other people who are also concerned about nuclear annihilation, yet these protests often left me with a sense of disappointment. If one primary purpose of a physical demonstration is the affirmation that you are not alone, the uninspiring attendance of Los Angeles protests can at times have the opposite effect. Are these really all of the Angelenos who care about irreversible climate change? Furthermore, I’ve always found protests to be repetitive, tiresome, even overwrought. Although I do believe in the fundamental power of nonviolent protest, on a gut level the safer and less violent the demonstration, the less effective it tends to feel. Once the sun starts to set and the family-friendly march takes a turn for the cathartic and dangerous—smashed window, overturned car, tear gas—this predictable performance obliterates its script. My ambivalence is replaced by adrenaline and fear. Things start to feel real. Was that the purpose all along? Showing up on the street to shout and hold signs—and maybe fuck something up—brings symbolic action into the here and now, providing a way to physically push against power and injustice (the cops) that are otherwise out of reach. It’s a simulation, a proxy conflict, a contact sport until someone gets hurt…or worse. But the hurt, the physicality, the consequences: these are precisely what separates street protest from myriad other forms of letter writing, boycotts, phone calls, and social media ranting. Protest occupies an important liminal space between the symbolic and the real, between the catchy slogan and the less lethal bullet, and between the activities of concerned citizens and military insurgents.

POWERNAP (1 min) featuring Nina Sarnelle, shot by Don Edler. Music by Zombie Eating Horse. Logo by Nina Sarnelle

Artistically, my research projects around this time had turned to focus on labor and the ethics of work, both as social phenomena and ways to deconstruct my own psychological drive for achievement. The convergence of this research with the protest activities of 2017 led me to think critically about the labor of solidarity. Is solidarity work? It certainly is a lot of work, and, if you consider the employment of labor organizers and certain non-profit workers, there are instances in which it is even remunerated. Might solidarity work be a kind of care work?

In The Care Crisis (2021), Emma Dowling describes care work as attending to the “relational, affective, [and] ethical dimensions of looking after ourselves and others” (Dowling, 26). For Dowling, care is about the maintenance of life for its own sake, not in service of reproducing the workforce. What is solidarity, if not a form of care for others? Solidarity extends care into a political dimension, shaping it into a demand for better conditions, and often applying this demand broadly to many, if not all, humans. One can perform solidarity work in relation to an individual, to a group of people (defined by their location, ethnicity, employment, beliefs, etc.), to nonhuman entities, or even to oneself.

In the past few decades, many have observed a massive expansion of the care economy in developed countries. As traditional forms of industrialized work have moved offshore in search of cheaper labor markets and less protected workers, the physical and emotional dimensions of care work can’t easily be automated or sent overseas. As manufacturing fled rich countries, care work remained. In Bullshit Jobs (2018), David Graeber describes the “caring value of work [as] precisely that element in labor that cannot be quantified”(Graeber, 116), and without quantitative capture this labor is hard to replace with an automated system . As it is commodified, care work becomes subject to conflicts of “measure, profitability, time constraints, cost reduction, standardisation, and economies of scale”(Dowling, 23) that degrade the quality of care. Indeed, care work functions best between bodies in proximity, requiring empathy, close communication, and often touch. As discussed above, street protest is also driven by the energy of physical bodies in space together, much like a rave or a riot. Can this kind of solidarity work be outsourced or automated?


All of this formed the backdrop for the development of POWERNAP.

Ruined Birthday Surprise (4 min) by Nina Sarnelle, featuring ollin felu with additional vocals by Ian Page

POWERNAP // 

a system for outsourcing civic engagement…

a dark self-portrait of national depression and civic despair…

breakfast in bed.

It took five years to bring this project to fruition, progressing through stages of music production, video production, design, and implementation of the performative installation. On May Day, 2022, POWERNAP was installed at Coaxial Arts in Los Angeles, a small artist-run space with a killer sound system. 

Here’s how it works: a participant gets into bed for a twenty minute power nap. When their nap starts, the lights are turned off and the space is bombarded with music videos from the band POWERNAP’s recent EP Work Hard Have Fun Make History.

During their nap, participants outsource their most minimal activist labor, the online petition. While they are resting, one hundred labor rights petitions are signed in their name by a team of gig workers seated nearby, wearing ear protection. Meanwhile, the PancakeBot 2.0 is used to print the napper’s signature in pancake batter. Once the twenty minutes have passed, lights are turned on and the napper’s pancake autograph is served to them in bed.

If solidarity is relational, a way of reaching out, POWERNAP severs this relation, reducing it to a series of online actions performed by workers in an automated system. The tech is low, there is no custom code or web scraping software. Each worker receives a spreadsheet tab with links to their petitions, ranging from Starbucks union organizing to advocacy for laws protecting rideshare drivers; when the nap begins, they manually fill out one petition after the next. The worker doesn’t need to read the petitions any more than the napper does, their concerns are only speed and overcoming bot detection hazards. As the gig workers’ clicks are swallowed by a tide of grindcore growls, their labor fades into the background; they become hidden in plain sight.

Signature printed in pancake, photo by Nina Sarnelle.

Signature printed in pancake, photo by Nina Sarnelle.

If protest is the new brunch // 

might solidarity be breakfast in bed?

 

I’m not sure exactly what disturbed me so deeply about 2017’s snarky equation of protest with brunch: Was it mainstream normification? Association with a demographic of white, upper middle-class, twentysomethings just before the emergence of Karen? Trading a radical, disruptive practice for one that fits easily within consumptive weekend activities? Or was it simply the invocation of leisure rather than work?

Here it’s probably worth adding a caveat about my own ingrained work ethic. I am the kind of patient therapists talk to at length about the benefits of decoupling achievement from self-worth. I confess to having harbored occasional feelings of resentment towards those whose resistance is “centered in joy.” I’m often trying to remind myself of the importance of rest and the imperative to “make revolution irresistible” (Bambara, 35). 

POWERNAP leans into these anxieties around work and rest using the bed as a performative venue steeped in intimacy, regeneration, safety, and also isolation. The project is designed to reflect the emotional state of workers who, like myself, might be feeling hopelessness, fear, and a vague desire to “do more…”

Installation photo by Don Edler.

Once the lights turn off and the nap begins, harsh lullabies swallow the bed, blasting from a powerful sound system on all sides and confining the napper to the solitary sonic world between their ear plugs. For 20 minutes, all other interaction stops. The roaring decibel level sucks each human into their respective screens—nappers gaze at a large projection on the wall while gig workers turn to the repetitive web forms on their laptops. The music ends as abruptly as it began. The house lights turn on, the door swings open, and a pancake is delivered to the bed. No mood lighting and no playlist keeps the vibe warm between naps. Sometimes conversations start up but not always. Often the only sound is the clinking of silverware on an oversized ceramic platter in the napper’s lap. 

Despite the implied privacy of bedroom furniture, nappers are never alone during their nap. Four gig workers sit in front of them, a fifth person delivers the pancake and tends to the bedsheets and dishware, a documentation crew films the scene, a sound/video technician manages the playback, and a small group of spectators is allowed to watch from the back of the room. The architecture of the experience imitates that of a massage (the appointment system, some forms to sign, the caring attendant, the bed) but this is not a private wellness service. Rather the person in the bed becomes the focal point of a live performance. Awkwardness collects in the silence between naps. It’s always a bit uncomfortable to watch someone eat; even more so watching nappers chase bites of gluten-free pancake around, the thin loops of their signature persistently evading the fork. No one who arrives hungry leaves satisfied. Immersed in the raw dungeon aesthetics of the DIY art venue Coaxial Arts, the whole scenario lands somewhere between automated BDSM playdate and overhyped brunch trend.

Installation photo by Don Edler.

In her 2018 essay The Automation Charade, Astra Taylor argues that the current trajectory of automation in the workplace does not simply replace human labor as many have assumed it would. Rather, in many cases, it functions to obscure the human worker through a phenomenon she calls “fauxtomation.” Her argument centers around the platform economy, analyzing the digital platforms and interfaces that separate a contemporary consumer from a service worker, atomizing the workers’ tasks into ever smaller fragments that can be performed with less and less training from anywhere in the world. By sidestepping labor laws and undermining the potential organizing power of skilled workers, platform economics maximize profits for companies and exacerbate precarity in the workforce. Following the classical paradigm of the Mechanical Turk, an eighteenth century fake automaton (that was actually a puppet with a human operator hidden inside it), fauxtomation has become commonplace today via platforms like Amazon’s MTurk where individual “human intelligence tasks (HITs)” are performed repetitively by a distributed network of piece workers. Flexibility is substituted for livability and worker protections: MTurkers work whenever they want, from anywhere in the world with an internet connection, and get paid a small amount of money for every HIT performed. There’s no guarantee that they can make a living wage, no commitment to their ongoing employment, no half-day minimums, no kill fees, no safety protections, and no benefits. 

Like the original Mechanical Turk, fauxtomation is a trick used to hide human labor rather than replace it. In a particularly prescient example, Astra Taylor describes the early fauxtomation dynamics of Thomas Edison’s dumbwaiter—a pulley system he invented to deliver food from the kitchen directly to the dining table to eliminate the need for human waitstaff.

“Slaves cooked hot food and put it on [the dumbwaiter] shelves, making it appear as if the evening’s fare had been conjured by magic. The same hidden hands whisked away dirty plates just as quickly…The appearance of seemingly automated abundance Jefferson so doggedly cultivated required substantial additional labor—the labor of making labor seem to disappear.” (Taylor)

This example from a slave operated household in Antebellum America starkly demonstrates the power dynamics that tend to accompany technologies of fauxtomation, many of which exacerbate existing race, gender, and class inequities. As the labor of MTurkers and other crowdworkers becomes fragmented and dispersed through a pay per task digital platform (requiring less training, minimizing human interaction, and making work possible anytime, anywhere) capitalists are connected with the cheapest labor source available. The platform gives them access to workers who are marginalized (racialized, gendered, “unskilled,” poor), neither organized in unions nor protected by effective labor regulations, and can therefore be paid less. The slippage between the abstracted, faraway, foreign worker and the nonhuman worker lies at the heart of fauxtomation. As argued by historians and theorists like Sylvia Wynter, the unmaking of the human is a critical mechanism used by colonialism to achieve maximum exploitation. In perhaps the most extreme case, this formed the cultural justification for chattel slavery. Today the rise of the platform economy alongside the rapid development of AI chatbot capabilities has facilitated a particular kind of erasure. In a contemporary parable of fauxtomation, Taylor describes an interaction between a restaurant worker and a customer coming to pick up a takeout meal. “ ‘How did the app know my order would be ready twenty minutes early?’ the customer marveled, clutching his phone. ‘Because that was actually me,’ the server said. ‘I sent you a message when it was done.’ ” (Taylor)

The fauxtomation machine dephysicalizes and depersonalizes labor relations: workers rarely interact with one another, and more and more work-related interactions (with customers, supervisors, and hiring managers) tend to be mediated through an app. Might we understand this disappearing act—as in the case of Edison’s dumbwaiter or the original Mechanical Turk—to be intentional? As any union organizer will tell you, short-term flexible work is the enemy of solidarity, pitting the immediate desires of individual workers against the promise of building power and winning better working conditions for everyone. Platform-based work does not offer any of the traditional benefits of full-time employment and enters worker compensation into a race to the bottom by exploiting the marginalized and vulnerable workers. It’s not easy to build solidarity among workers rendered invisible—both to each other and to all those who benefit from their labor. In this way, platform-based fauxtomation begins to erode the physical material of solidarity, like empathy, communication, shared experience, and coalition-building.

Dry Operation (3 min) by Nina Sarnelle featuring Party at the Moon Tower.

POWERNAP is also the name of a fictional hardcore/grindcore/metal band, a kind of disembodied supergroup made up of musicians and performers living in different countries who’ve never met each other (Edmonton, Ontario; Stockholm, Sweden; Los Angeles, California; Amsterdam, Netherlands). This approach to music making could be read as another instance of fauxtomation; it may sound a bit like the music generated by AI in 2024, but it’s actually made by humans working in an atomized system. POWERNAP’s music is made through an assembly line of recordings, while their lyrics are manually scraped from online reviews for novelty robots. The products reviewed include a pancake printing robot, a window cleaning robot, and a fully automated/fully awful restaurant. Together they begin to sketch a contemporary portrait of robotization, one that runs slightly tangential to the popular debate around automation as a threat to labor power.

Barely Any Kale In It (3 min) by Nina Sarnelle featuring Nayeem Mahbub with vocals by Ian Page and music by Goatsucker.

According to David Graeber, the perennial anxiety of robots taking our jobs has proven accurate in that automation has in fact coincided with mass unemployment. However, this systemic job loss can also be understood as a transformation of the labor market that has been disguised by the development of “dummy jobs that are effectively made up”(Graeber, 8). Graeber’s Bullshit Jobs is an inquiry that took off in 2015 after public fervor and polling revealed an astonishingly large proportion of the UK workforce believes their full-time jobs make no “meaningful contribution to the world” (ibid). He provisionally defines a “bullshit job” as one that is “so completely pointless, unnecessary, or pernicious that even the employee cannot justify its existence” (Graeber, 10). Graeber’s text outlines not only the prevalence of this kind of work, he also argues that bullshit jobs exist to fulfill the political requirement of keeping unemployment at a constant rate. 

The POWERNAP gig worker’s job is also perfectly bullshit for its perfect circularity. It exists only in the service of making and maintaining jobs (i.e. the jobs of the workers served by the labor rights petitions). Perhaps this is the most literal kind of reproductive labor, which in contrast to Dowling’s definition of care work, engages directly in the reproduction of the workforce and nothing more. So it appears that if we need workers to do work, we also need work to make workers. In this sense the purpose of work becomes not the production of goods, services, or life, but the production of work itself. 

POWERNAP gig workers labor within a fauxtomated system that reduces their potential for solidarity to a mechanized repetition of clicks. As their shift progresses they learn to perform their task with ever more speed and efficiency, using copy/paste shortcuts and autocomplete functions built into their web browser. They are assisted by automation, performing work that seems like it could be done by a robot, but they are very much human. At the same time the robots featured in POWERNAP’s grindcore music videos short-circuit the entire labor robotization debate by performing exclusively stupid tasks that nobody needs. The pancake printer is always malfunctioning and was pulled from the market only a couple of years after it arrived. The failures of the automated restaurant and window cleaning robot can also be experienced in detail via the music videos above. The only worker who might be successfully replaced by this robotic revolution is a cat.

This Hard Shell (3 min) by Nina Sarnelle with vocals by Ian Page and music by Goatsucker.

Grindcore reviews //

an anemic stand-in for civic agency…

democracy confined to the shopping cart…

sort of like punching a pillow.

While harsh genres like punk, hardcore and metal often express political dissent, POWERNAP musicians roar about their customer service calls. All lyrics have been sourced from online product reviews. These reviews constitute a privatized system of “community feedback” that is known to be easily manipulated, bought, and sold. Within this system discontent is atomized and neutralized into its most superficial expression within the market: the citizen is replaced by the consumer. Complaints appeal to the generosity of an individual company’s return policy; they don’t inspire consumers to band together around common demands or change the rules of engagement. In POWERNAP the intermingling of product reviews and online petitions demonstrates the commodification common to these pseudo-democratic web-based systems. After all Change.org, the largest online petition site, is a multimillion-dollar for-profit business. Online petitions today seem at best ineffective, and at worst some kind of empty portal for big data collection. Signing one may not change the world, but it will likely add you to a mailing list. Do any of these platforms offer a meaningful expression of public opinion, and if so to what ends? How effective is this expression as an act of solidarity? 

In the past, paper petitions used to rely on human interactions—which is to say on uncomfortable conversations outside grocery stores with clipboards and pens. The online petition transforms this already minimal act of solidarity into a three click procedure that can be performed by anyone anywhere. Just like the Automation Charade described by Astra Taylor, the clicktivism of petitions used in POWERNAP reduces labor to its smallest discrete units, performed repetitively with minimal need for acquired knowledge or understanding of the big picture. POWERNAP fauxtomation also manages all interactions between participants (workers, clients, managers) through a digital interface minimizing encounters between humans. Layers of dephysicalization and separation distinguish this kind of solidarity labor from that of the street protest discussed at the beginning of this essay.

Install photo of gig workers by Don Edler. 

Feeling brings us to the street //

as our march fills the freeway..

chants boom, cops flash..

feeling surges through us like electricity. 

In his 1968 essay The Nature of Mass Demonstrations, John Berger argues that protests “[give] body to an abstraction” (Berger, 11f) Protests bring symbols into physical space to be screamed at, occupied, or toppled. Berger uplifts the function of protests as “rehearsals for revolution”(ibid) over any attempt they may make to “appeal to the democratic conscience of the state” (ibid). Why? Well, for one thing, he argues such a conscience may not exist. Further, his analysis prioritizes the affective power of feeling over reasoning. If petitions have the ability to demonstrate public opinion, mass demonstrations can demonstrate public power. 

A lot is said these days about performative activism in which the solidarity actions of an individual appear to serve their own public self-image more than any particular cause. This indictment is often targeted at clicktivism and social media posturing but can also take aim at art and performance. Judith Butler argues in their 2011 essay about the Arab Spring that protest happens in “the space between bodies”(Butler). Bodies do not “act alone when [they] act politically” she explains, rather political action emerges from the “between”(ibid). Might solidarity in its relationality (it’s reaching towards, it’s betweenness) also entail a certain distance? The language of solidarity itself contains an element of performativity: We don’t ‘do solidarity,’ we ‘show solidarity.’ When I send money to a faraway organization to provide food to someone in need, that’s ‘showing solidarity.’ When the organization on the ground provides a nourishing meal to someone, that’s something more direct, like ‘service.’ While centering those who provide mutual aid, search and rescue, or medical treatment, is it possible to simultaneously argue for the value of solidarity as performative action? It is precisely this power to organize bodies at a distance that gives solidarity the ability to ripple outward, engulfing participants on faraway continents. Is solidarity a kind of care work performed at a distance?

Install photo of nappers by Don Edler, featuring Lara Salmon and Vanessa Dahbour.

Strangers watch the napper //

consume video and breakfast…

hire out frivolous services…

deliver an embodied performance of civic lethargy.

In my own experience—which may not be healthy but is likely common—my bed is the primary site of clicktivism. After I wake up and before I am able to motivate myself to start doing real things or after I lay down and before I’m able to fall asleep—these fleeting moments that on occasion become hours—are when I share updates on genocide and climate change, write angry rants, send donations, and even sign petitions now and again (can’t hurt?). Just as POWERNAP’s cynicism toward online activism contains a glimmer of hope and possibility, I also do not wish to conceptualize the bed as an easy symbol of inaction. For one thing, the rest provided by POWERNAP is not particularly restful. Aside from one participant who closed his eyes (determined against all odds to get some sleep!), nappers remain alert and engaged throughout the process. Furthermore, as disability justice movements have made resoundingly clear, beds can also be powerful sites of solidarity and rest can indeed be a form of resistance. Through these tensions, I intend POWERNAP as an inclusive kind of self-portrait that leads—not to a punchline—but to an uncertain ellipse.

Install photo of napper by Don Edler, featuring Devon Courtney Knight. 

There are differences between what Astra Taylor has identified as “fauxtomation” and the gig-based labor of the POWERNAP factory, all of which have to do with the fact that POWERNAP is a live performance. These gig workers are separated by neither time nor space. They are not invisible, they are right here, sitting in the room with their employer and clients. POWERNAP brings the dephysicalized systems of clicktivism into a small room in Downtown LA. Clicking becomes a performative gesture and when the music dies down even a soundscape. Furthermore, as a performance POWERNAP replicates labor relations by simulation. While money is exchanging hands, this short performance is no worker’s actual source of sustenance, no one’s ‘career.’ Nappers did not seek out this petition signing service on their own, and most of them wouldn’t have found themselves in this bed without the framing of an art show. Participants are not locked into their respective roles by class or need—workers can easily come back for a nap, and nappers might try taking a shift at the factory. POWERNAP enters participants into an embodied, relational performance of rest and work, allowing them to explore their own comforts and discomforts, curiosities, and aversions. Do nappers feel like they are doing their part? Is it restful to watch others work in your place? POWERNAP brings bodies together to contemplate their separation. 

Behind the scenes, the economics of POWERNAP reveal another set of unresolved tensions. While the gig workers were paid quite well ($50/hr) for their time, naps were also distributed free of charge to nappers. In a strange inversion of performance ticketing, each nap cost me personally $100 to pay four workers to work for thirty minutes; that's why POWERNAP never truly existed at the scale I had imagined. After years of searching for support, I gave up on finding funding for this project. I decided to pay for the naps out of pocket, in the end producing only a handful which I still consider a prototype. At $100 per nap, the person most exploited by this slippery endeavor was me: the artist who designed their own insolvency. Self-exploitation, a peculiar strain of ‘self-investment,’ is a phenomenon common to artists and entrepreneurs that may be motivated by the promise of future return (whether financial or otherwise) or simply by the circular logic of art for its own sake. 

The peculiar position of the art worker invites a few parallels, as well as distinctions, from Emma Dowling’s discussion of care work introduced earlier. Dowling describes how care workers often experience fulfillment through the work’s emotional connection and commitment to other people. And yet this fulfillment can also become the basis for continuing to work in the face of “inadequate working conditions, bad pay or even no pay”(Dowling, 23). For artists, I like to refer to this as the currency of meaning: There is value derived from work that gives one’s life meaning (similar to care work and many other professions), but also in work that has meaning on its own, which is to say contains poetics, wit, or insight. If care work is presumed to be motivated out of love for those cared for, artists are thought to be driven by a love for the work itself. At the same time, systems of reward and sustenance offered to the art worker are often characterized by extreme scarcity and competition, undermining the potential for labor solidarity among artists. 

In Bullshit Jobs, David Graeber situates this phenomenon more generally within what can be described as an inverse relation between social value and economic value. With only a few exceptions (he calls out doctors and surgeons in particular), “the greater the social value produced by a job, the less one is likely to be paid to do it”(Graeber, 108). Workers are forced to choose between low-paid meaningful work presumed to be “its own reward”(ibid) and the bullshit work that tends to pay much more. This predicament, for Graeber, leads to a “widespread feeling that if one does not engage in labor that destroys the mind and body, whether or not there is a reason to be doing it, one does not deserve to live”(ibid). This lays the groundwork for his assertion that contemporary western work ethics, much of which have likely been inherited from hierarchical religious systems, solidify the understanding of work as, first and foremost, sacrifice. To enjoy one’s work is to undermine its status as labor, or at least as labor worthy of compensation.

Video still from Ruined Birthday Surprise by Nina Sarnelle, featuring ollin felu. 

On a good day, when art feels idealistically insulated from capitalist function, it appears to provide a perfect site for solidarity. Indeed some artistic practices bring awareness to social issues and injustices, document or uplift contemporary or historical struggle, and even function directly as mutual aid, harm reduction, or reparation. And yet artists tend to place excessive value on originality and innovation—they are often bored by the unglamorous, predictable, steadfast work of solidarity. Many artists are reticent to even think of themselves as workers, let alone to consider this status as a cause for solidarity with others. This severely limits the ability of artists to organize collectively and improve their labor conditions. As Sara Jaffe reports in her 2021 book Work Won’t Love You Back, artists “have been sold the idea that not having a boss is liberation…upon whom are their demands to be made?” (Jaffe, 91) After five years of production, a grueling week of installing and performing, $800 spent for eight people to take a nap, and $200 on a janky PancakeBot that now sits in storage, I clutch this liberation like a battery-operated emotional support pet. I have no one to blame but myself.

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POWERNAP Credits

Performers: Goatsucker, Ian Page, Nayeem Mahbub, Mika Ebbesen, ollin felu, Party at the Moon Tower

Gig Workers: Brandon Sward, Janelle Ketcher, Alexis Roberto, Nastasia Kulish, Kristen Schroer, Haley Hopkins, Kat Toledo, Cedric Tai

Camera: Nina Sarnelle & Don Edler

Concept/Editing/Music Production: Nina Sarnelle

Thanks to: Atlantic T’s, The Banff Center, Bed & Breakfast (LA), Coaxial Arts (LA), She Will (Oslo), Don Edler, Eva Aguila, Zeina Baltagi, Chloe Scallion, KA McMahon, Jacqueline Falcone, gloria galvez

Proofreading: Claire Baker