* Nominated for Best Short Fiction Film at 2014 Bulgarian Film Academy Awards (the analogue to the American Oscars)
* Selected at "In The Palace" International Short Film Festival
This is the story of a young photographer, who is obsessed with his beautiful girlfriend, an old camera and Roland Barthes. He insists that his black and white pictures reveal deeper levels of reality. Let's call him "You". The poetry of streets protests, the antique shop, the red light in his photo lab, the nightclub Maze, the mirrors and the sex – this is the canvas of his confession and existential angst... However, why does "You" confess to the man at the bar? Let's call him "I". Is he really madly in love with his girlfriend as he professes? Are his black and white pictures a true representation of reality? Or is it all just an elaborate reconstruction of deceitful montage?