Belle Épine

Director: Rebecca Zlotowski
Cast: Léa Seydoux, Anaïs Demoustier, Agathe Schlenker
France, 80’, 2010, color
French with Turkish subtitles

Zlotowski’s Belle Épine is a coming of age story about a teenage girl dealing with the death of her mother and absentee father. The girl loses herself in antisocial behavior, turning away from her Jewish heritage personified by her supportive aunt and uncle, and drawn into the orbit of a wrong-side-of-the-tracks classmate and her biker friends, who gather for chaotic, sometimes lethal night-time motorcycle meets on the edge of town. The film won the prestigious Prix Louis Delluc and was nominated for a César Award for lead actress Léa Seydoux. The strikingly intimate portrait of a seventeen-year-old girl follows her transition from disaffected youth to premature adulthood with astute psychological observation.

Summer of Giacomo

Summer of Giacomo

Nous princesses de cleves

Nous princesses de cleves

Belle Épine

Belle Épine

Un poison violent

Un poison violent

Memory Lane

Memory Lane

La vie au ranch

La vie au ranch

Memory Building Memories / Memory Room / Memento Mori

Memory Building Memories / Memory Room / Memento Mori

Each memory tells an intimate story; each collection presents us with the reality of containing an intimate story as well. The collection is akin to a whole in which many memories and stories of the artist, the viewer, and the collector are brought together. At the heart of a collection is memory, nurtured from the past and projecting into the future.

The Golden Horn

The Golden Horn

When regarding the paintings of Istanbul by western painters, Golden Horn has a distinctive place and value. This body of water that separates the Topkapı Palace and the Historical Peninsula, in which monumental edifices are located, from Galata, where westerners and foreign embassies dwell, is as though an interpenetrating boundary.

Midnight Stories: COGITO <br> Tevfik Uyar

Midnight Stories: COGITO
Tevfik Uyar

He had imagined the court room as a big place. It wasn’t. It was about the size of his living room, with an elevation at one end, with a dais on it. The judges and the attorneys sat there. Below it was an old wooden rail, worn out in some places. That was his place. There was another seat for his lawyer. At the back, about 20 or 30 chairs were stowed out for the non-existent crowd.