This Is Not Revenge

After laughter, flirting, and dancing at the bar, Finna accepts Carlos' invitation—a friend of her younger brother's—to go to his house. She falls asleep right away and would never have expected that the person she spent

la lutte armée n'est pas un jeu d'enfant

Aucun homme n'est né pour être piétiné

In the sertão, a desert region in northern Brazil, the vengeful spirit of a bandit of honour is on the prowl. Lampião, who died in 1938, took justice into his own hands in a region exacerbated by agrarian conflict. Foll

Non, ce n'est pas une histoire d'amour.

L'Homme n'est même pas un oiseau

Variation on a universal theme: man has always dreamed of being able to fly. Planes are hovering in the electric poles and the birds mock those ignorant who hunt them but kill themselves.

Un 45 tours de Cheveu (Ceci n’est pas un disque)

"Un 45 tours de Cheveu" is a film for the group Cheveu (Born Bad Records) including the titles "Like a Deer in the Headlights" and "C'est ça l'amour", from their EP of 2009.

Adam et Eve, ce n’est pas du tout ce que vous croyez!

Le super-8 n'est pas mort, il bande encore

Guy Bedos & Sophie Daumier - Ce n'est qu'un au revoir

Ce n’est qu’un répit

Il n’est pas innocent que le bonheur soit heureux

Happiness is a tautological state. Why is one happy? Because he or she is happy. It’s very simple. And it smells good. Still happy than one can be happy. This video was produced for Manif d’art 2003 in Québec focussing o

Après le silence - Ce qui n'est pas dit n'existe pas

How do we carry on living, afterwards. When we've grown up under a dictatorship, when we shaped our lives under a dictatorship. When it's part of us. Second part of a trilogy about Romania after Stella (2007).

Many Straws Make a Nest: Proletarian Unrest in Delhi’s Industrial Belt

In the last 20 years, the Delhi region has turned into one of the world's major industrial hubs. The required workforce is recruited from India's poorer regions, where survival is being made more and more difficult for t

Everything That Fell From The Mourning Dove's Nest As She Built It

Days after my grandfather's passing, a mourning dove built a nest in my yard. I collected and photographed each piece that fell from it. My grandfather was a sculptor, often working in found material. Through my document

L'enfant de l'autre n'est pas ton esclave

Enquête au cœur de la fin de vie: Mourir n'est pas tuer

"Ce n'est pas de l'esport, c'est la FGC"

La Femme n’est plus ce qu’elle était

A parody of feminist criticism on found footage covered by humoristic chisellings, signs or hasty figurative elements. Sometimes, chisellings are fine, and sometimes they are treated in large shots (razor tears, acid, cu

Au-delà du désert flou, plus aucune sauvegarde n'est possible

I’m tired of playing the cowboy. But by cheating, it is possible to slip past impassable mountains and bottomless rivers. Where no cowboy has ever gone before is a vast desert, filled with strange shapes and inexplicable

Le verre n'est jamais si bleu qu'à sa brisure

A film in blue, with a few red moments. It is an attempt to paint with the camera, to try to approach, through the associations/oppositions of objects, elements, colors, a certain tactility assumed by the visual. The Sup