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images du film Les 400 Coups de François Truffaut


Zbigniew Rybczynski, The Orchestra (fragment), 1990. Funeral march, Chopin.
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Zbigniew Rybczynski, The Orchestra (fragment), Ave Maria, 1990.


Bodies fluctuate in the nocturnal space of a cathedral, in a choreography in which life merges with death, like in that giant format music video that is "The Orchestra" composed of six phantasmagoric “musical frames.” The rules of the game are always the same: the multiplication of the characters, their uninterrupted passing of the baton, disappearing and reappearing, crossing the boundaries between one spatial context and another, in the fluidity of the action that finishes only with the end of the musical piece and with the change of scene.

The Otchestra is an interminable procession: it begins with the notes of Chopin’s funeral march, with dozens of electronic ghosts that take turns at the keys of a piano, and finishes with the rising rhythm of Ravel’s Bolero, on a flight of stairs that represents the long march of communism, until its inevitable and definitive collapse.

- Excerpt from: From the Ideal City to the Virtual Reality - An introduction to “Zbig’s vision” by Bruno Di Marino, September 2003.

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Trust in me, a video by Bojana Rajević with music by Siouxsie and the Banshees, 4.13 min, 2011.

Work explores the mechanisms of control and the ways in which ideology is rooted in society. Archive video material documenting various celebrations of Youth Day has been used in this work. The selection of scenes underlines elements of "hypnosis" that are remarkable when reviewing materials from the Yugoslavian era, as well as those relating to Josip Broz Tito.

Le Rêve d'Elisabeth, Les Enfants Terribles, Jean-Pierre Melville (1949)

"I was born in a hotel,
a maskmaker.
my bones were knit by
a perilous knife.
my skin turned around
at midnight and
I entered the earth in
a woman jar.
I learned the world all
wormside up
and this is my yes
my strong fingers;
I was born in a bed of
good lessons
and it has made me
wise."

Lucille Clifton, My Poem.