making a diary of the opening week soirees at the Rencontres d’Arles amounts to playing the tightrope-walker, juggling with social whirl, wishing that it won’t be too tedious, not falling into the trap of repetition of the names and the soirees; in short, reporting an electric atmosphere with distance and humour. Between the private viewings, the opening nights, the screenings, the hustle and bustle stirs up this town in the Camargue. Impossible to do everything, each day brings its unexpected prize.
