Carole Contant Filmes

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...

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...

A red hat in gestation, threads like ropes knitted by grandmother's bows. sound creation by Pierre-Olivier Boulant 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...

Burkina new year muslim ritual, otherwise known as the sheep fair. Ouagadougou, March 2nd 2001. This film followed the September 2001 criteria: the...

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...

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

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...

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

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...

In one day and night alone, a crowd of obstacles appears on a young tiger’s route, convinced that a plot is brewing. ‘Jungle Tale’:...

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....

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...

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

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...

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

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...

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...

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...