Carole Contant Movies

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

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

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...

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...

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

Vampirical cry from the voice of the piano….or, when inspiration came in a dream. This film followed the criteria for April 2000 and June...

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...

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...

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 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...

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...

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

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...

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...

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

A collaborative film of the Pom Pom Pom party of October 25, 2004

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