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Maccaia

A young woman is on the verge of committing suicide when things take an unexpected turn.

Filmed on Super 8 in Paris, Portrait de Rosa, à la française portrays an intimate love story through quiet images and gentle emotion.

A man and a woman talk on the phone and express their feelings and desires for each other for the first time. We watch as they listen to the other's admissions.

A portal, a sorceress, a fictional device to portray existence as a moment encapsulated inside an instantaneous photograph to present fragmented biographical elements —family disintegration, rootlessness, scars, two loyal companions, the promises of a new land—subverting the notion of a home-movie and transform it into a pilgrimage tool of self-discovery, mirroring the fragile nature of memories.

Maya excitedly leans into the joy of her first queer relationship, but must confront the seemingly never-ending sexualisation of her identity

Fede is a theater actress who, while putting on clown make-up for a show, thinks back to her relationship with her father: a relationship of tenderness, desire and hatred.

Alex and Sophia remember with love the memories of their past relationship.

Ahmet, a Turkish guy in his early twenties visit his grandfather's abandoned mansion located somewhere in the northern Anatolia. Thinking that he would return to where he spent his early childhood, only to find out that the place is now in ruins. When he goes to sleep. An unexpected angel will visit him to give her a blessing of the truth. He wakes up being not the guy he was before.

The process of depersonalization maintains a dialogue with the objectification of the body, a sort of thingified flesh, clothed in animosity. In an epiphanic act, the sutures reveal themselves as the reflection of this gaze upon its own spilled fluids and transcend into an internal soup. It is the stream of consciousness in its purest form. It is the raw and the bare. It is the visceral nature of facts. It is the merging of worlds. It is the flesh in turmoil.

Two star-crossed friends escape to the woods for one night in an attempt to find their way back to one another.

Speak To Me Of What I Know is a short experimental film shot on a Super8. The idea of lack of communication is expressed through an intimate relationship, more specifically the men of the film. The themes of miscommunication develop throughout the film in many ways, even the slightest details are there with the explicit goal of adding to the main message. Pay attention to as much as you can, and build your idea of what it's all about. It remains up to interpretation.

365 jours

Age of Bloom refers to the age of learning, the wandering of an awkward youth through the unfamiliar territory of adulthood. It is the culmination of newfound independence, the beauty of mistakes, and the missteps of a moment in life that feels eternal.

O Prazo da Carne

Seeing himself as a form unable to experience intimacy, he is given the chance when brought to the household of twin sisters.

fragments from song lyrics of different artists have given life to this story about love, loss and desperation.

According to Scottish mythology Selkies are mythological beings capable of changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin. This film follows the story of such a creature who chooses the sea over her land dwelling sweetheart.

A journey through different processes of capturing light using pinhole cameras (pinhole camera in Super 8 format), accompanied by a cassette recorder during the director residency at Nanolab (Daylesford, Australia). It represents a step between the interior and the exterior, between moving forward and going back. It is about the space the director inhabit, the one she walk through and capture over and over again.

As a teenager, I used to take a bus, whose ticket had the inscription "To the Flores Cemetery" as the end of its route. At that time, whenever I saw the ticket, I thought of Charles Baudelaire's "The Flowers of Evil" and of imaginary walks the bus would take me on until I reached the Flores Cemetery. Thirty years later, I found one of those tickets in a box, and it makes me think of finitude and the transient. Film made with Floripondio flowers, Hollyhock and Santa Rita petals, blood, cobwebs, insects found after a storm, mushrooms, onions, and hair on 16mm film.