A roll of 35mm film after it rained in the street in front of my home in 1998, recording dead leaves on its sensitive surface, using a Minolta camera and a 50mm lens. These dead leaves seem to be inscribed in the human world, on their asphalt, (...)
A film by Benoît Labourdette (2000, 1h03 ’).
SynopsisOn digital images digitally reworked where fugitive anonymous silhouettes goes on, a poetic monologue book a disenchanted vision of ghostly ballet of modern life. (Forum des Images)