Jacques Perconte Movies

In the heart of the mountains, the most precious minerals are hidden in the stone. Some people read the history of our universe in the rock folds,...

The wind blew from the starting of the Ferry. Offshore, the swell could make the travel difficult, but that boat would split the sea and project its...

Salammbô is an alchemical game between my images, Othman Louati's music vibrating in Noé Nillni's trumpet and Gustave Flaubert's text...

A solo audiovisual performance. Eighth entry into deeply beguiling series of works responding to the Alps acted as the closing night event of Alchemy...

This second repetition engages time even more, it is a hundred and eight times that we see these few two minutes already slowed down. With each new...

"Mountains are falling, and there's nothing we can do about it. And even if we have the means to rise to their height to admire them, to surpass...

The agitation of matter plays on balance of everything : nothing is fixed. Carried by the force of gold flowing in their bodies, the swallows weight...

AV10212010_201611 (official upload description)

At the end of October (a few days before my birthday actually) Nicole asked me to produce a small film for a great man, a short film, a film like a...

First series of tracking shots through the streets of Paris. The digital lights of Paris in early spring sparkle from Belleville to the Marais.

The bodies mix. The hands rhythm, the kisses slide. Time is going red. The view is to be reinvented. The story of this meeting is music. The video...

A half-hour immersion under the trees, road after road, with a succession of landscapes from the Périgord Noir... “uaoen” is a...

"The camera always returns to these places by the same paths, the same looks. The river from above, this ruined tomb always on our left, sometimes an...

Go infinitely down and up the valley without ever touching the ground. To be carried away by the movement of the machine which, without flickering...

The island of Patiras is the first land on the water of the estuary of the Gironde (west south of France). It is the first place where the winds of...

From Rotterdam.

The tour of the island at sunset. The light taps the sensors and saturates the colors. The boat spins and the water shakes me but I do not stop to...