Lucien Lepoutre

Nora, a talented 25-year-old dancer, is about to lose her sight. As she finds it increasingly difficult to move in space, Nora comes across a group of visually impaired athletes who confront her with her new reality.

Glenn, a punk on edge, searches for his missing god in a psychiatric home.

Nora, a talented 25-year-old dancer, is about to lose her sight. As she finds it increasingly difficult to move in space, Nora comes across a group of visually impaired athletes who confront her with her new reality.

Somewhere on an ocean the crew of a fish trawler go about their work day and night. Every step must be perfect, every movement automatically leads to the next. Heavy chains have to be secured, nets reeled in, fish swiftly gutted and packed with ice into large boxes. A cigarette is always dangling from the lips and hopefully there’s always something left in the jar of chocolate cream. The camera moves in the same rolling beat as the ship in the waves.

Nora, a talented 25-year-old dancer, is about to lose her sight. As she finds it increasingly difficult to move in space, Nora comes across a group of visually impaired athletes who confront her with her new reality.

Nora, a talented 25-year-old dancer, is about to lose her sight. As she finds it increasingly difficult to move in space, Nora comes across a group of visually impaired athletes who confront her with her new reality.

Glenn, a punk on edge, searches for his missing god in a psychiatric home.

Nora, a talented 25-year-old dancer, is about to lose her sight. As she finds it increasingly difficult to move in space, Nora comes across a group of visually impaired athletes who confront her with her new reality.

Somewhere on an ocean the crew of a fish trawler go about their work day and night. Every step must be perfect, every movement automatically leads to the next. Heavy chains have to be secured, nets reeled in, fish swiftly gutted and packed with ice into large boxes. A cigarette is always dangling from the lips and hopefully there’s always something left in the jar of chocolate cream. The camera moves in the same rolling beat as the ship in the waves.