My Time

We spent a lot of our present remembering ourselves in the past. It is a beautiful process, but in some periods of life it can become an obsession: when it seems that all what was interesting in your life is already left behind and will never repeat. Claire goes through an existential crisis and entering her old city she enters a labyrinth of her memories. She parties with young neighbours. She tries to seduce the man she used to love. And inside her head there is always a parallel reality of her beautiful and bitter past, which bewitches her. The structure of the film follows the co-existence of past and present in Claire’s head: past transfers to present like in Möbius strip. Past incarnations of Claire (when she was 10, 18 and 30-years-old) live and act near to her... Or these are just people who look alike and on whom she projects herself? I would like to make a film with ambiguous, vanishing, slipping away nature, which reminds the way memory functions, its tenderness and sadness. Subjectivity of perception, illusions that are hidden behind small events. Small details, that are captivating and emotional. In the mirror of such small things we search for our reflection.