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#81

Castanets

The first time we met Raymond Raposa was one year ago, on a lazy, stagnant winter afternoon. Short, bearded, and short-haired, he followed us with no specific reason, and had a friend of his come out of his hotel room to join us. It was cold outside, and we took refuge in a café. We asked the manager to lower the volume, and Vincent Moon stood still, used the beers as a set. Over the last year, the videos remained on a shelf; we were waiting for the right time to release them.

81.1 – Industry and Snow / First Light’s freeze

Réal : Vincent Moon

Shot in Paris, december 2007

One year later, his hair has grown, his beard is bushier, and his skin’s more tired. Raymond Raposa was having a drink with his girlfriend, freezing on a terrace. He still had this weird softness, this cottony kindness, a benevolent distance. He seems to be elsewhere, a little, yet still willing to follow us. Slowly.

81.2 – This is the early game / Providence

Réal : Vincent Moon

Shot in Paris, december 2007

We wandered in le Marais. He imposed his rhythm, his little step. He walked very, very slowly, though we were all rushing towards the métro. He climbed up six floors in ten minutes and played a mysterious invocation when asked to sing a happy birthday song. His voice had grown older, a little. It is still as twangy as before, but it had moved away from the country accent cliché. It waded into darker, slower waters.

It was night, it was cold, but Castanets helped us remember that feeling numb can sometimes be pleasant.

81.3 – Cathedral 4 / Sway

Réal : Vincent Moon

Shot in Paris, december 2007