Black hole

This experimental film takes a closer look through the entomologist's lens at the cyclical behavioural patterns linking humans to the insect world. Just as the fig wasp inevitably finds death in the pollination of the fig tree flower, we too are thrown into the dance of passion and death. Drawn by the seductive scent of allurement and the inevitability of the final end.

When Jane and Tun run over a girl in a car accident, they speed away immediately from the crime scene. However, Tun, a photographer, soon discovers strange shadows in his photos, which unsettles them.

A found footage examination of what happened at the lake today. Where were you? An exquisite corpse by Non Films. 8mm images randomly selected from found footage; poem written without images; music written without images or words. WINNER: BEST BROOKLYN PROJECT (Brooklyn Film Festival).

The turkish ambassador is said to visit a village in Hungary.

Lost in inertia and apathy, a young man wanders through his own emotions — or what’s left of them.

A black market photographer is hired by a journalist to photograph the victims of a known serial killer.

A student moves into their accomodation, only to find their room already decorated, a strange, inhuman flatmate, and a kettle that won't stop boiling.

A journey to an unknown star, a children's theatre play, an untalented writer and the fear of becoming the worst version of oneself. A mixture of live-action footage and animated scenes. A stream of (un)conscious stereotypes.

A television is going to fit itself in a house.

A man wakes up in the desert, where a mysterious door and guide stand before him.

A boy waits in the same street every day with his bags packed. What is he waiting for?

One morning, a girl wakes up and it seems she can make time stop with her eyes.

Vigília Noturna

LIFE

Dynamite, tête de poisson!

A semi-found-footage artistic film exploring shifting self-perceptions and the horror of liminality.

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

Mara—the spirit of the night, the weaver of darkened dreams—pressed upon my chest as sleep held me captive. My memory. In the haze of a dream, I saw those I loved, their faces bathed in an otherworldly glow. The nightmare was not the shadows nor the fear they whispered, but the cruel certainty of waking—of losing them to the morning light

A young woman wakes up on a train going to an unknown destination. She has no recollection of how she got there or where she is. She finds herself in a vast city; a forest of steel and iron and concrete, wandering the dark streets.

This is an amateur student mood piece comprised of footage I've filmed with my Camcorder at uni over the course of the first half of 2023. The prompt given for this was 'belonging' and so I've gravitated it around the premise of navigating a place that you feel as though you don't belong in, to the point where you become detached and alienated from your own identity. - Toby.