“I’ll start at the climax: SOPHIE’s iconic track “Faceshopping.” That gut-churning beat comes in and Buffy kneels on the rolling cart she’s been wheeling around town from Judson to 3 Dollar Bill. She poses, writhes, teeters in her heel-less heels. A group of other performers enter, snapping pink gloves onto their hands. And then they’re covering her in viscous goo. It’s everywhere: coating her exposed body, making a sticky mess of her bright white wig. Music and lights pulse. Everyone takes out their phones.

It’s a perfect sample of Buffy’s work: hot, Instagrammable, disgusting, ear-splitting, feet always in Pleasers. Like “Faceshopping,” the roar and the spectacle contain sharp critiques of beauty standards, capitalist consumption of bodies, and what happens when you decide to fuck your anatomy up so hard you fall out of the system.”

— Noa Rui-Piin Weiss, “A Night For SOPHIE, and For All of Us,” Review, The Brooklyn Rail