Miguel Ferráez

Clara wakes up in Mexico determined to turn the aesthetic abuse of the fewly privileged against the privileged few. Still, there’s something undeniably seductive about the euro-to-peso exchange rate and the promise of an easier life. But as life is growing easier, Clara realises her project is growing more complicated. Torn between self-reflection and self-mockery, her idea of the role of the artist begins to slip, and it becomes unclear whether her characters are willing participants or unknowing victims… To make things worse, her camera man starts to have his own opinions.

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A pre-apocalyptic pastel daydream. We aren’t relaxed, we aren’t carefree, we’re pathologically unable to care.

Clara wakes up in Mexico determined to turn the aesthetic abuse of the fewly privileged against the privileged few. Still, there’s something undeniably seductive about the euro-to-peso exchange rate and the promise of an easier life. But as life is growing easier, Clara realises her project is growing more complicated. Torn between self-reflection and self-mockery, her idea of the role of the artist begins to slip, and it becomes unclear whether her characters are willing participants or unknowing victims… To make things worse, her camera man starts to have his own opinions.

No synopsis available yet.

A pre-apocalyptic pastel daydream. We aren’t relaxed, we aren’t carefree, we’re pathologically unable to care.