Pedro Antunes

On a foggy night, a blonde woman unexpectedly haunts the path of two young men in a suburban park.

On his deathbed, His Majesty Alfredo, King without a crown, is taken back to distant youth memories from the time when he dreamt of becoming a fireman. His encounter with instructor Afonso from the fire brigade, opens a new chapter in the life of the two young men devoted to love and desire, and the will to change the status quo.

Paulo works in a bar and when his shift is over he wonders through the Lisbon night. Between a romantic and desolate tone, Flávio Gonçalves films in the poetry of the night. A poetry made of encounters, ferocious lights and bodies that love and fear.

It’s summer and it feels like everything is melting. The body melts in sweat and the afternoon fades into endless nights. Weird dreams invade Shade’s sleep and unexplainable lights appear in the sky. Between work, home and friends, Shade seems to be floating. They are in suspension, in an intermediate state in which the reality of the world does not sustain itself.

They’re euphoric and dysphoric while piercing each other to extract the identity that belongs to them. The metamorphosis takes place and leaves fragments of Stá and Nix in a conscious vortex in the city of Lisbon.

In the dark, the flashing lights were brutally invasive while I kept searching for the bodies through the camera.