Loss

His name was Rudy. One day he walked out of his English class, asked someone for a cigarette, went down into the subway, and jumped in front of a train. In Loss, Noëmie Ksicova looks at the family who are incapable of accepting that the teenager has died. One Sunday they are at home in their apartment. There is laughter, champagne and candles on the birthday cake. Rudy speaks. He is telling the story if his life. It is his seventeenth birthday. But Rudy is not there. He simply exists through those he left behind and their powers of evocation. As in Greek mythology, the dead continue to be present alongside the living.

Hugues Le Tanneur