À FLEUR DE SENS
2026 · 2m
Directed by Yannick Rogeat
Genres: essay film, experimental
Tones: contemplative, sensual, tender
In the intimacy of an apartment, a character recounts everyday life through touch, warmth and the infinitesimal, inviting us to close our eyes the better to feel the world.
Picked by Margot
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Two minutes of someone touching things in an apartment sounds like the opposite of subversive—until you realize Rogeat's actually dismantling the visual hierarchy of cinema itself, making texture and haptic sensation the entire argument. It's boring on purpose, which is exactly the move that makes everyone else nervous.
Rogeat positions this in a lineage of phenomenological cinema—Bresson's materialism, the durational thoughtfulness of contemporary essay film—where the formal constraint (apartment, touch, closed eyes) becomes the site of genuine aesthetic inquiry. The restraint is immaculate.
The decision to surrender the visual almost entirely and anchor everything to the *sound* of contact—skin on fabric, warmth described through breath—is the move that transforms a conceptual sketch into something that actually lands in your body. Two minutes, no budget, one choice that changes everything.