Alain Escalle

참여 작품

Embraces
Editor
From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.
Embraces
Music
From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.
Embraces
Director of Photography
From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.
Embraces
Producer
From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.
Embraces
Writer
From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.
Embraces
Director
From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.
The Book of the Dead
Director
In a city from Eastern, Micha struggling with his demons, undertakes a last trip guided by ghosts trapped in a book.
The Book of the Dead
Writer
In a city from Eastern, Micha struggling with his demons, undertakes a last trip guided by ghosts trapped in a book.
Ysa Ferrer à la Nouvelle Eve
Production Design
The Tale of the Floating World
Director
A surrealistic montage set in motion by a tidal wave and incorporating a samurai battle.