Martine Rousset Filmes

With Istanbul, Martine Rousset puts on the brakes to the world's movement through a cinema of deceleration. At the boundaries between image by image...

The voices say a story. forget it. Of what time. And who speaks. Both of them. One or the other. later. Others may be. Of chance. Which would...

Portrait. She dances in the center of her area. Obscure to the look. She abandons us to her limit. Turn. Count the chips. Conjugate. Turn on...

Initial situation: models were invited to participate in their portrait by the contribution of personal objects and a great freedom of expression...

Rousset photographs a train station in the evening, then boards a late-night train bound for mountainous Anatolia.

One year before starting his famous series "Cinematons", Gerard Courant had made an ancestor to this series: the portrait of Martine Rousset, filmed...

Landscapes. A utilitarian nature. Contemporary. Cruel images. Changing. Seasons. The watch could be eternal. Each image transparent and non-avenue....

"Readings. A place. Purity of lines. Fine angles. Dominance of whites and blues. Fragility of tapered glasses." A visual evocation of the writing of...

Night is falling the landscape is disappearing leave the world and its memory the night, rags in its wake last page.

The unfinished Julien Gracq text, the road 1970, a forest near the sea, the enigma of a trajectory, by this text in this lanscape and this...

Filmmaker's visual diary aboard the Vangolu Express.

Wandering through Central Asia, the Caucasus, Kurdistan… to Istanbul. Cities and trains, steppes and snow, down there where the pulse of time...

Filmmaker's visual diary during her visit to Samarcande.

An unknown writer written under the pseudonym of Laure at the beginning of the century. Readings. Geography. The places of a writing. The forces that...

"The sea is a language whose meaning we have lost" Jorge Luis Borges

This is what the city offers the passing foreigner: gold and night to the visitor who has barely arrived. Fragments, the stone found by the...

The city is leaving, slowly casting off, on the edge of time... It is leaving lightly... Not so far away, elsewhere, where time passes, has passed,...

A film about my relationship to New York since 1962. It deals with the distance between a memory and the image of this memory, a distance one always...

Winter, fog, outside. The outline of eyes, sometimes we could ride those trails.