Don’t shoot the party. Make them feel it.
We chose not to show the celebration itself only its echo. This meant directing absence: the lazy sprawl of a body in the pool, the silence of a half-closed shutter, the tension of something not being said. Every frame had to whisper, “You should’ve seen last night.”
Character-driven still life.
There’s a bit of Sorrentino’s The Great Beauty, a touch of Cléo de 5 à 7, and a lot of youth that overstayed their welcome. The idea was to mix old-money elegance with spontaneous rebellion. Like a hangover in cashmere.
The villa is not a hotel. And she’s coming back.
It’s Late Checkout, yes. But rules still exist. Or at least they did. Now, they’re folded under pool towels and forgotten on the kitchen counter. Until someone walks through the door and everything changes.
Next projects.
(2023-25©)
