My role: Camera, Editing
New creatures are trapped in the half-light of the Ville Lumière’s slaughterhouses. Beings human no more, animal no more, fantastic hybrids, taxonomic anomalies, rebelling against Darwinism, coming from the past or the future, little it matters. Doomed to disappear, born to die. Some knows that they existed. Here’s a little evidence, a fragment of life, the last one. Maybe they will end up in your dishes, then in your stomachs and in your children’s. And you will never know. A dance macabre, a dull cry and nothing more.
