Margot Reumont

A small fire is crying into the night. Its friends, animals and other funny creatures are trying to cheer it up by throwing a party with dances, toys, fireworks and cakes!

At her father’s request, Coline returns to her childhood bedroom to sort through her belongings. The various objects she finds remind her of childhood memories that stick to her and that she will finally accept to leave behind…

Five women describe the character they could be if they were a man.

At rush hour, a fruit crowd throng into the metro to the frantic rhythm of the music. The metro stops abruptly and the fruits renounce their eagerness gradually, they begin to fall asleep and dream of a world where they grow on trees. But the metro reboots suddenly and they return to the harsh reality: the terminus.

What does the term "musical ear" mean? Does everyone have a musical ear?

A small fire is crying into the night. Its friends, animals and other funny creatures are trying to cheer it up by throwing a party with dances, toys, fireworks and cakes!

A small fire is crying into the night. Its friends, animals and other funny creatures are trying to cheer it up by throwing a party with dances, toys, fireworks and cakes!

At her father’s request, Coline returns to her childhood bedroom to sort through her belongings. The various objects she finds remind her of childhood memories that stick to her and that she will finally accept to leave behind…

At her father’s request, Coline returns to her childhood bedroom to sort through her belongings. The various objects she finds remind her of childhood memories that stick to her and that she will finally accept to leave behind…

Five women describe the character they could be if they were a man.

At rush hour, a fruit crowd throng into the metro to the frantic rhythm of the music. The metro stops abruptly and the fruits renounce their eagerness gradually, they begin to fall asleep and dream of a world where they grow on trees. But the metro reboots suddenly and they return to the harsh reality: the terminus.

At rush hour, a fruit crowd throng into the metro to the frantic rhythm of the music. The metro stops abruptly and the fruits renounce their eagerness gradually, they begin to fall asleep and dream of a world where they grow on trees. But the metro reboots suddenly and they return to the harsh reality: the terminus.

What does the term "musical ear" mean? Does everyone have a musical ear?