Carole Contant Movies

Oh Didon Énée ! film letter number 2116, an answer to colas ricard letter number 916.

A chronicle of the fantasies and dream of women in avant-garde contemporary cinema. The faces and bodies of new women haunt the paths and alleyways...

Flowers blossoming in the Parisian metro, call to freedom which waltzes in a melancholic tango and searches for innocence in urban unconcern. This...

Night-time, only moped, bicycle and car lights draw our silhouettes. Metabolic disruptions: we turn into cats and we think we are loving for the...

Obvious, well before the 1914 war, freedom is in danger! Friends! From poetry what the devil! Come on music! This film followed the September 2002...

intrauterine cavalcade… and after? Dada on my dad, dada on my dodo and Laïla's ponytail getting involved! This film followed the...

A film edited in camera and shot for the project "une bobine" on April 28, 2005 - the expected date of our son's birth.

Portrait of Blandine Beauvy (BB) reading black soap, a Francis Ponge book, and a Chomsky book.

Small letter fallen from a tree, small letter going towards somewhere else, fades away, hides, refuses the end, looks for M the image and sign. Like...

I was with Rose when I discovered this flowery underwear for 1€ at the Place Jean Jaurès market in Marseille. Roselyne Roche had begun to...

Christophe rolls, nicknamed cristobal, crycry, from now on cristobulle, has not succeeded in making a big bubble with his Malabar:’...

The car wash evokes in our active memories the wheels of artisan looms; the film was shot, developed, washed and dried using traditional methods....

met Laila at the art video festival in Casablanca in March 2000, it is the first time that I am friends with a woman who prays for Allah. Six months...

A spool of black thread passes over a white parquet with the sound of a sewing machine. This film followed the constraint of October 2004: a small...

Muslim baptism ritual with ‘a little something’ of an American Catholic touch. In the heart of the sun, they dance in unison in a strange...

In French the title is a play on words and sound. As the wet finger goes around the circumference of a stemmed glass, feet reflect in a windowpane...

An echo of the ‘waltz’, a mysterious apparition, a nocturnal trace of a lover’s way around Parc Monceau, surrounded by buildings,...

During my journey there are encounters of everyday music. My neighbour’s cello, my flatmate’s voice mixes with piano tuners. If we walk...

A writing metaphor, playing with memory from the reading of "W or The childhood memory", Georges Perec book.

Fruit market, shopkeeper's market? I walked in the streets of the Golden Drop, not chained which begins as the last potential painting of the...