Sam Ayres

Nothing more than a privileged American's wet dream of Frenchness. Reducing politics to aestheticisation. Like a Brooklyn hipster with an 'analog' camera that sees the world as a series of formulaic stereotypes which assert nothing. A set of simpering stylised conventions that pines for the values of a colonial class ridden society. His need for over detailed styling and fixed colour palettes is matched by his dissmissive attitudes of the crafts people employed to supply this vision. It's a bit like Bill Murray. In the end his attitude is starting to feel stale. Rewatch anything from the Nouvelle Vague and you'll be more richley rewarded.