L’homme de l’Atlantique

A trio, a man, a woman, a voice … a love ballad from the initmate to the public.
It’s not a biography nor an homage, but when approaching Frank Sinatra, ‘The Voice’ one has to talk about talent, precision and the solace of an engraved voice, of course, but also evoke its delusional powers.
Should we elude the dark spots of talent that makes people dream and forget?
Can we afford to listen to the artist and not see the ambiguous human being?
Must we forgive the human being if humanity is not to be condemned to silence.
Singing, always singing… Dancing, always dancing …
An elegant stage set, a multitude of costumes … From a performance on cruise ship to a gig in Manhattan, from a gigantic stage to a small dark room, we sense the immoderation of an era and its talent – and in the midst of all this : dancing.
Immersing oneself in the dream and extracting from it, revealing the magnificent and hideous monster.
Two dancers imbued by this voice so as to capture the ambiguity of the character, the ambiguity of love.
Black,  a lot of black … Dark, profound, troubling, brilliant, elegant, mysterious, mirroring … a black sea. Strangers in the night !

A few faces, eyes turned to the public… Who are you staring at?
The music? Frank Sinatra of course – hits, hits and more hits.