Zion Lacroix

Through Martian horizons, she gazes upon the world she’s only known through tales of scrap screens. Colors altered by fading memories, and shapes molded by imagination... Her perception of Earth, a symphony played by fragmented notes, an artwork painted by distant echoes. In the embrace of Mars, she carries the fractured essence of a heritage lost in space. Generations adrift in the solitude of the Martian plains, lives in a kaleidoscope of the world.

In this digitized distant world two clashing character's path crosses by in London town and that's where the discord starts.

Flies never give up. But horses may get exhausted. But flies never stop buzzing.

Every beginning becomes an end of yours, and mine, and us and this world. Because every ending has something to do with beginnings. Today, everyone and everything is more cruel, more hungry and more violent. We're becoming more foreign to each other. Becoming more distant to each other and running away at full speed. And you, what about you? Are you going to keep drifting away in your gray and helpless life? Or are you going to remember who you are and start listening to your own feelings and mind?

This is how people feel on fridays. This is how people cover their somber minds with invisible curtains. This is what lies behind.

"Triks" transcends fashion, diving into the psyche of self-escape. Blurring reality and fantasy, maturity and innocence, it casts a hypnotic spell through its avant-garde storytelling. Each frame embraces imperfection, guiding the viewer on a journey of identity and transformation. Here, fashion is both armor and reflection; a visual dialogue between self and shadow. Triks is a bold fusion of cinema and style, where storytelling becomes an immersive, unforgettable experience.

A group of junkies go to a deserted part of town at night to get high. They cross paths with "the one in the woods". After that moment it is impossible to know where the journey is to.