A young woman is reading The Songs of Maldoror. But the reading is unsettling: the voice over is split and repeats itself; the voice of the reader is followed by a whispered, hushed voice: the same one? In the apartment, a young man appears, as a figure of tenderness always on the verge of vanishing. In the mirror, another young, unknown woman is reflected, she is also a reader: a projection? Through successive shifts, an experience of emotion, of blurring the perception inferred by Lautréamont’s poetry.
Lisa Swieton
