Plages

“Plage” is a sequence of images shot along Copacabana Beach, in Rio de Janeiro, the night of New Year’s Eve. Coloured explosions illuminate the passers-by, while fireworks create a festive atmosphere that a sudden outburst of rain swiftly dissipates.

Courant d'air

The house is inhabited by characters from childhood, a happy childhood in a warm, sunny country. Real memories alternate with invented ones. Like in childhood things are not said but felt.

Brises

Breezes is a ten minute film of sequence shot while the camera crosses the Presidential Palace (Moneda) in Chile. This film deals mainly with the memory of a place which was the scenario of the Coup d’Etat and the return of democracy, a place which was

Le pont n'est plus là

A girl looks for a street vendor in Taipei. But she can’t find him since the “Skywalk is Gone”.

Chamonix

In front of the camera, nine people each evoke a memory.

Nous irons à la plage

“The only linking element between the images in this film is my desire to group them together. This is a collection of images and emotions. ” Samer Najari

Planet A

Salt: trace, absence of water, passage of time,invading epidemic, living cemetery.
Water: manoeuvre, absolute value, fertility, rhizomes, chance.
Cotton: corruption, economic issues, hydrophily, desertification.

Phone Tapping

Voices guide us through the city, while the camera seems to be searching for a specific plot of land, for the coincidence between narrative and image. Using the city of Seoul, personal stories that are being told. Our role is to follow it and select a loc

Le bon français mal parlé

Living abroad and learning the language is quite an experience. Three written pieces by French-language students demonstrate the first three stages that occur when confronted with a foreign language: trying to understand, speaking/self-correcting and tran

Viril

Seven men experience aspects of their masculinity: modesty, exploring one’s limits and power struggles.

Visités

In an accident, she loses her sight.
Amongst her close ones: the blindness, brutal isolation and a strange perception of the bodies that surround her. Little by little: the sensation of supplementary presence, like a new inhabitant, and the accompagning g

Vous êtes vous déjà fait piquer par une abeille morte?

A man travels to a tropical island where he gets to attend at a funeral ceremony called “the turning of the bones”. This new experience will deeply affect his perception and dreams. He sets out on a journey and rediscovers his forgotten lightness of being

Mémoire vive

In a city plunged in darkness, men are working. They are sanding, welding… But what is this about? In a long backwards tracking shot, the observer gradually discovers the setting in which they are working. Suddenly the decor is upset by explosions. The

Mademoiselle Else

“Else” is an adaptation of Fräulein Else, the novel by Schnitzler. It is the account in the first person of the last days of a girl from a good family who, on holiday in the Alps, has to ask an old art agent for money to help her father, a Viennese lawye

Ville Blanche

An examination of language and its ability to transform an environment. The scene takes place in front of the cityscape of Belgrade, a city that has been rebuilt 38 times in its history. A woman invites the viewer to speak, turning the gallery into a list

Aditi Singh

In the office of Mumbai University, Aditi, a nineteen years old secretary writes a letter to the office’s head, Rajiv, to know his intentions toward her. Freely inspired from the love correspondence between Fernando Pessao and Ofélia Queiroz.

El Juego

A group of armed men are wandering in the jungle, tracking each other. Some move in pairs, some move alone, some wear military uniforms and some don’t. Like in any sort of game, rivalries and internal conflicts will not take long to emerge, drawing a line

Cees

“A short docu-fiction that came out of several months I spent with my grandfather over the last year. Since two years he found himself increasingly isolated, confronted with the acute deterioration of his body, loneliness and longing for intimacy. I felt