Everyday Life

  • March 21, 2015 / 17:00
  • March 26, 2015 / 19:00

Artist: Narimane Mari
France, 90’, 2015
French with Turkish subtitles

Everyday, small pieces of daily life are filmed, whatever the weather, whatever the mood and regardless of which city they’re filmed in; they form an opera of short stories and wider movements, a collective intimacy, shared with the outside world. Narimane Mari films urban spaces and those who set the scene in several cities across the world. Through her travels and wanderings, her appointments and shopping trips, the film captures the flâneurs and the workers, the movement that punctuates the narrative and form of cities. She looks at and lives through the everyday in order to extract their poetry and make it into a film, for which everyone can collectively create the sound.

Everyday Life

Everyday Life

The Film Of Questions

The Film Of Questions

Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

The Affaire’s Prompter

The Affaire’s Prompter

Alan Vega, Just A Million Dreams

Alan Vega, Just A Million Dreams

Tarnation

Tarnation

Cecile Paris<br/>Selected Videos

Cecile Paris
Selected Videos

Honest Experience

Honest Experience

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Cindy Sherman Look At Me!

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Paris Without End (1959-1965)

Paris Without End (1959-1965)

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Midnight Stories: The Soul <br> Aşkın Güngör

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Aşkın Güngör

The wind blows, rubbing against my legs made of layers of metal and wires, swaying the leaves of grass that have shot up from the cracks in the tarmac, and going off to the windows that look like the eyes of dead children in the wrecked buildings that seem to be everywhere as far as the eye can see.