Robyn Peterson's polished and accomplished one-woman performance, biographising her past as a young American who has got hopelessly devoted to the modelling world, lives up to the catwalking world from whence she has come - it is simply elegant, refined and enlightening.The intimate and cosy settings of the Assembly Hall help add to Robyn's tale itself - delving beyond the glitz and the glamour of her costumes and 'perfection' of her walking style in order to get a close-up view of her work, and the characters that she encounters on a daily basis. It is the energy and skill with which she recreates these others around her, from those both trying to further her career and pull her back, which makes this show quite the success it is. Most memorably, Robyn manages to, at the blink of an eyelid, transform herself into Yves Saint-Laurent, who has all the effervescence and arrogance you would associate with such a successful fashion designer. And Robyn is a success of herself, though one gets the impression she is more comfortable with a microphone than being paraded in front of others. The performance refreshingly avoids the cliches of risque and lust that may have been expected by such a title, with Robyn's tales of losing her virginity to a photograper particularly providing a humourous, largely crude free story that will enrapture and delight.
