Carlos Escher

参加作品

Three Tidy Tigers Tied a Tie Tighter
São Paulo, in a dystopian future not so very far from the present. A virus is circulating, one that mainly attacks the brain and the ability to remember. A state that has forgotten a past marked by colonialism and dictatorship desperately awaits some indeterminate “Golden Phase.” Three young queer people drift through a city bled dry by the pandemic and rampant capitalism, remembering each another’s late lovers, sharing their experiences with HIV, getting makeup tips for masked faces and ultimately coming together with others forgotten by society for an antique revue in the salon of a singer named Mirta.
The Infernal Machine
A tale about the apocalypse of the working class.
Unlearning to Sleep
Flávio loses his sexual appetite editing porn videos. José, his husband, is trying to create an equation that determines when humans will colonize Mars. Flávio is focused on a more internal journey, and José is trying to find ways to bring Flávio's lust back. Meanwhile, Hypnos, god of sleep and youtuber, tries to give people back the art of rest.
Your Bones and Your Eyes
João, a middle-class filmmaker, goes through a series of encounters with people like his long-time friend Irene; his boyfriend Álvaro; Matias, a young man he meets in the subway and has a sexual experience with, among others, some acquainted, others unknown. These encounters affect him and slowly begin to reveal a play of time frames which blends together life and creative process, present and memory.
Sem Raiz
Scenic Artist
Four city workers in their daily important relationships. A worker in the field of the Landless Rural Workers Movement. Poetry plucked like weed from the soil of our time.
Sem Raiz
Costume Design
Four city workers in their daily important relationships. A worker in the field of the Landless Rural Workers Movement. Poetry plucked like weed from the soil of our time.
Sem Raiz
Art Direction
Four city workers in their daily important relationships. A worker in the field of the Landless Rural Workers Movement. Poetry plucked like weed from the soil of our time.