Christophe Bisson

Far from their former reality, in an ancient now deserted palace, a group of men and women share their life stories and explain how they survived, living and sleeping in the streets of Porto.

A Short film by Christophe Bisson

Archivist and researcher Isabelle Ullern investigates the official archives of philosopher Sarah Kofman. “I become her ventriloquist”, she says. Digging into the archives, she brings back the memories of Sarah, who committed suicide in October 1994 — her works as a philosopher and her past as a hidden child of the Holocaust… For the duration of the film, Isabelle embodies Sarah.

a short film by Christophe Bisson

Total laryngectomy, a mutilation that affects the face and the voice, can be lived as a profound metamorphosis. Joël Perrotte undertook that surgery in 2007. After becoming mute, his first reaction was to retreat from the outside world, in the basement of his home. Thanks to his wife's support, he surfaced back, and found the strength to learn a new voice and become part of the society. The film tells the story of this extraordinary metamorphosis.

White Horse is a short documentary by filmmakers Maryann DeLeo and Christophe Bisson that features a man (Maxym Surkov) returning to his Ukraine home for the first time in twenty years. Evacuated from the city of Prypiat, Ukraine in 1986 due to the Chornobyl disaster, he has not returned since then.

Painter Bernard Legay spends his nights and days in a desinhabited world, gathering the silent matter his work is made of.

At the Rayon Vert Hotel in Cerbère. From one room to another, from inside to outside, from the outside light to the darkness of the cinema, the filmmaker, echoing Jean-Claude Rousseau, presents an “attempted silent self-portrait”. The windows open half way and close, shadows are cast and fade away. Between appearances and emptiness.

A series of portraits of several men scarred by life, who have chosen to withdraw from society and live on the margins of the world.

Scratches. Cross-outs. Stripes. Arnaud is tirelessly attacking ancient masters' painting reproductions with the tip of his pen. His free and living interlaces highlight shapes and figures.

Le Sépulcre, in Caen. A former church converted into a centre for choreographic research, plunged into semi-darkness pierced by a few rays of raw light. On the ground, hundreds of photobooth pictures: anonymous men. Who are they, or were they? A woman choreographer moves them around. First perusing them, then, more and more frantically, as if to absorb them: seeking all the different ways to be one with them. The men, and one woman: how to interact between one and the many, between the present and the absent?