In 2003, during a trip to Japan, I filmed about ten hours of rushes with a Mini DV camcorder, thinking of making a film that I never managed to finalize. The work of time opens my mind: I immerse myself in the images, digitize them and without looking at them I finally find a form, bathed in the writings of Chris Marker and Nicolas Bouvier in Tokyo. “Faces” was born sixteen years later. It is an invitation to plunge into the heart of a city and its inhabitants. A form of audio and visual narrative, punctuated only by three subtitles, takes the spectator into an ecstatic state, between dream and reality.
