Entrance to the Grand Burial Chamber

Procedurally-generated frames slowly expand in density to visually explore the mind of a psychopathic, narcissistic teenager, up until the demise of the subject.

Child on a Chess Board

Alban lives in a castle that he has just inherited in a small village in Charente-Maritime. Inside, the dilapidation has long since taken hold. He meets Jérôme, a young gypsy from the neighbouring town, with whom he has a sexual relationship. In this space that is impossible to rebuild, a strange intimacy is gradually invented, barely disturbed by the interruption of a young woman who has come to spend a few days in this residence.

An invitation to enter the soul of an artist - director Erick Ifergan - through a highly personal retelling of the Orpheus tale suffused with Ifergan's striking paintings, sculpture and conceptual photography.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

A gang of women wreak havoc in the city, killing various men who have treated women poorly. And sometimes they do it just for fun.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Avant-garde homage to pre-revolution Russian silent movies, and to the poet Aleksandr Blok.

A film about friendship and the occasional loneliness.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

A young girl’s fiery dance, accidentally caught on 16 mm film in the street. The viewer is confronted by the sacrificial and the passionate, the strong and the fragile, the fleeting and the eternal. These are the faces of femininity.

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