Simone Rocha came in at full gallop this afternoon and, honestly, it felt like being swept up into something half dream, half fever vision. She does this thing—quietly, meticulously—where she gathers references that feel distant, emotional, almost mythic, lets them sit and steep forever, and then releases them all at once in a setting that makes you forget where you are. “I’m hoping it will feel like a big visceral feast,” she said backstage before the show. And yes. Feast is the word. Once everyone found their way into the venue, there was no easing in—we were off.