Antoine D'Agata

The renowned French Magnum photographer - again and always - uses his sublime camera and whole being to reveal a parallel world of prostitution and drugs, punctuated by exhausted bodies and lost souls in Cambodia, Russia and India. Disturbing surely, but also transcendental.

The acclaimed work of photographer Antoine d’Agata has mostly been a journey into the heart of darkness, dealing with random and nightly encounters, sex and prostitution. So it's no surprise that the monumental White Noise leads again to the underworld of sex workers, from Cambodia to Norway, from Ukraine to USA. Built around more than 20 monologues, this film delivers trance-like visions of women in rapture induced by sex or narcotics.

Franck Landron follows photographer Antoine d'Agata wherever he goes, to the edges of the world, in a discreet presence, camera in hand. He has been doing hours and hours of rushes, patiently, without hurrying or rushing, he wants this film as fair, as honest, and as long as it takes: it lasted six years.

Antoine D'Agata, Magnum photographer since 2004, is in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, where his artistic trail seems to reach an utmost point. After devoting himself to depicting desolated landscapes and borderline realities, D'Agata focuses his art on his intimate human relations. His latest work focuses on body and flesh, in a narrow room. This film catches the hidden part of his art making; his choice of living on the edge and experiencing sex with extreme vitality. It is an apocalyptic and sublime journey, similar to the ones of other heretic artists of contemporary culture, from Jack Kerouac to Antonin Artaud, from Francis Bacon to Pier Paolo Pasolini.

The renowned French Magnum photographer - again and always - uses his sublime camera and whole being to reveal a parallel world of prostitution and drugs, punctuated by exhausted bodies and lost souls in Cambodia, Russia and India. Disturbing surely, but also transcendental.

The renowned French Magnum photographer - again and always - uses his sublime camera and whole being to reveal a parallel world of prostitution and drugs, punctuated by exhausted bodies and lost souls in Cambodia, Russia and India. Disturbing surely, but also transcendental.

The acclaimed work of photographer Antoine d’Agata has mostly been a journey into the heart of darkness, dealing with random and nightly encounters, sex and prostitution. So it's no surprise that the monumental White Noise leads again to the underworld of sex workers, from Cambodia to Norway, from Ukraine to USA. Built around more than 20 monologues, this film delivers trance-like visions of women in rapture induced by sex or narcotics.

The acclaimed work of photographer Antoine d’Agata has mostly been a journey into the heart of darkness, dealing with random and nightly encounters, sex and prostitution. So it's no surprise that the monumental White Noise leads again to the underworld of sex workers, from Cambodia to Norway, from Ukraine to USA. Built around more than 20 monologues, this film delivers trance-like visions of women in rapture induced by sex or narcotics.

A photographer documents his nightly expeditions through Japan's world of sex for hire. Filmed across 120 nights in Japan's brothels and presented in 120 fragments ― divided into 6 chapters and 6 female prostitutes.

"And may he return without the help of any man or god." Odyssey, Book V, 31-32

During one night, a man travels, drinks, takes drugs, meets women, in a prostitution zone on the border between Mexico and the United States. An attempt to extend the photographic work of Antoine d'Agata into cinema.

The bare life draws us into a hallucinating journey: from the incandescent set of a city under lockdown, with the rare survivors wandering aimlessly, to a hospital where the nurses and the patients carrying the virus are applying a daily ritual of life and death gestures. Antoine d’Agata transforms these opaque spaces into a theatre of shadows, freed from all pretences of reality, and obliterates the very surface of things, the skin of beings and the skin of the world, only to better reveal its tragic dimension.