All the Women I Know

In the lowest of the literary underworld, forgotten, our teenage diaries live badly. Crías builds an archive with these invisible writings, imagines ways to dialogue with him and collects his destruction. A feminist film-zine that alchemizes personal shames through communal discourses, while reconciling with the process of writing and rewriting life, diary work and creative work. We live by counting on each other.

In the aftermath of the death of the filmmaker Chantal Akerman on October 5th, 2015 ten directors remember, rethink and reoccupy in their own way the imagination of the Belgian director. A small collective tribute from Barcelona and Iruña, made with love.

‘Can you smell that?’ The camera goes deep into the forests of Galicia and the north of Portugal among whispers. We need to sharpen our senses to weave the signs left by wildlife. Wild, Wild tracks images and absences of Iberian wolves. The film navigates a relational history, laden with folk mythology, submission and extermination, and confronts an audiovisual history made of images-simulacrum of the natural wild. This film essay is a nature antidocumentary: it features wolves that look back at the camera, terrified, and humans that can howl. All of us creatures leave traces in this careful dance of tracked trackers.