Élodie Dermange

A young Swiss woman searches for her Armenian roots. Various lovingly animated drawers of the simultaneously accumulating family archive open. This very personal examination of collective traumas of post-migrant communities finds images and words for racism and the difficulties of talking about feelings with male family members. Its leitmotif is a wardrobe roaming through night-blue landscapes which – despite the cracks – holds everything and everyone together.

Inès is facing a difficult choice. Tonight, she thinks about the decision she will make.

The personal diary of a young woman who lives between Israel and France.

As she is showering, dressing, putting on her make-up, a woman bares her soul.

A young Swiss woman searches for her Armenian roots. Various lovingly animated drawers of the simultaneously accumulating family archive open. This very personal examination of collective traumas of post-migrant communities finds images and words for racism and the difficulties of talking about feelings with male family members. Its leitmotif is a wardrobe roaming through night-blue landscapes which – despite the cracks – holds everything and everyone together.

A young Swiss woman searches for her Armenian roots. Various lovingly animated drawers of the simultaneously accumulating family archive open. This very personal examination of collective traumas of post-migrant communities finds images and words for racism and the difficulties of talking about feelings with male family members. Its leitmotif is a wardrobe roaming through night-blue landscapes which – despite the cracks – holds everything and everyone together.

Inès is facing a difficult choice. Tonight, she thinks about the decision she will make.

Inès is facing a difficult choice. Tonight, she thinks about the decision she will make.

As she is showering, dressing, putting on her make-up, a woman bares her soul.

As she is showering, dressing, putting on her make-up, a woman bares her soul.