Carole Contant Movies

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

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...

Dialect between derisory and necessity, vitamin A and bombs which rain down. Monochrome yellow cognitive (nazism’s jewish star, sunny light,...

A man is prostrate in front of his television, which projects the image of his wife when she possibly loved him.She is expecting his child but...

The secret is that there is no secret. A hymn to life scrambled by a dull and cold desire to reduce all cars to an omelette (angry with consumer...

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

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...

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

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...

A self-portrait turning around by foot after picking up fragments of myself from all around. Return home: accept that the only balance is movement....

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...

I was 25 years old August 16th 1999 in Connemara, South Ireland. Road movie whilst the clouds and the rest of time pass by. This film followed the...

End of the game. Whilst doing the washing-up, we talk about all and sundry. It is cleansing. This film followed the May 2000 criteria: ‘Do as...

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