Last night, I was at the round table " Facing Crises: How to Prepare Collectively ," moderated by Alexandre Florentin with Ziad Touat , a Crisis Management Advisor, and Christian Clot , an explorer-researcher.
My film Construire (The Builders) made for the École des Ponts was screened at SETEC last night, followed by a discussion and a cocktail reception. It was a wonderful evening.
ChezFilms is moving into Télé Bocal's premises in Belleville! Really happy with this new place. Especially since I've also changed my pied-à-terre in Paris and I'm not sleeping far from here.
So today, to sum it up: The flotilla bringing food and water to those starving in Gaza has been stopped . Trump warns his military generals that they'll now need to treat the internal enemy (Democrats, basically) like an external enemy .
I had stopped drinking. It had decreased naturally, then when I became aware of the hereditary nature of the phenomenon and the place it held in my social life—groups are built on addictions, I realized—I almost completely stopped.
That's what I tell myself when watching the latest videos I've posted. (I post one video a day on social media.) I'm getting on my own nerves. That's a good sign: when I can't stand what I'm doing anymore, it means I'm about to level up.
Still rummaging through old hard drives, I found this: It's the poster for a short film project that was supposed to be produced – we had France 2 and a co-producer – but it never materialized. It was based on a true story (?
Édouard Pons, who composed the music for Migrul , had mentioned this old piece of nonsense I had shot in one afternoon at Off Courts five years ago. I just found it on an old hard drive and it's worse than I remembered.
Lazy Sunday at home. Still feeling a bit under the weather. I took the opportunity to rewatch " The People v. O.J. Simpson ". What an incredible miniseries. The writing, the direction. And Sarah Paulson is amazing in it. Brava! Bravo to everyone!
A year ago, I bought an SSD hard drive to show my movies anywhere. But it didn't come with a sturdy case. So I bought this card holder (which cost an arm and a leg) at the stationery store.
I think the festival went so well, both in terms of the connections I made and my film, because I was fully present. I decided I would continue meditating every morning, regardless of my schedule. I stuck to it.
I'm going to make a kino (72-hour film) on Tuesday at the Off Courts Film Festival and I have no idea what I'm going to do. This isn't bad news—quite the opposite. When I show up empty-handed, with nothing but my wits, it means I'm confident.
If we worried less, it would be the great liberator. I'm not talking about suicide. I'm talking about perception of life. A large part of the anxiety we accumulate comes from our tendency to take everything seriously.
When I walk on the beach holding something in my hand, there's always a crazy (but happy) dog who runs toward me and asks me with his eyes: Hey, what's that? Is it a ball? Is it a treat? Is it a rock? Is it for me? Never mind gotta go bye!
I now type relatively fast, around 70-80 words per minute, with good accuracy. For someone who spends their time writing, it's quite handy: I can almost "dump my thoughts" onto the screen without looking at my fingers or falling behind.
We picture a Buddhist monk sitting in lotus position in a quiet room with candles and running water. In reality, you can meditate while walking through a construction site.
We work in one direction. We fail. We give up. We tell ourselves "this wasn't meant for me, I'd be better off focusing on what I know how to do." But some machines aren't resilient. A single missing part, wire, or gear, and nothing works .