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The Alchemist

Is it a house that might be a television studio, or is it a television studio that happens to be an actual house?

Say goodbye to the plague stricken London, and immerse yourself in a Wellington before the hobbit, and after the financial epidemic that is subprime. There are young, desperate and beautiful people everywhere and they are hopelessly looking for a magical relief from this hardship. Will a mysterious Alchemist save their day? Or is it more tempting to go on air and hope to make their fortune from numerous reality television shows that infect our small screens?

The Alchemist, 28th May, is a culmination of twelve hard working weeks. It is our personal search for gold, for the glittering lime light and our attempt to witness nothing but an illusionary reality. If our dream lasts, we’ll turn this age into gold.

The Alchemist
By Ben Johnson
At Studio 77
May 28 – 31

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