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)
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, (...)
This powder is mixed. Made of tiny particles. It colors the liquid. Tiny fragments that merge into the liquid, which will caress the surface of the canvas. Of the skin.
Photographs, paintings, drawings, assemblies and texts by Benoît Labourdette (unless otherwise stated).