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

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

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.

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.