Que des numéros 10 dans notre team 🌟
On a du renfort pour cette nouvelle année ! Un grand bienvenue à Mathilde, Juliette, L’Aristide, Ema, et Berry qui nous rejoignent pour 2025 💜
Plusieurs chantiers sont en cours afin d'encore plus fédérer l’esprit solidaire de la communauté du Decolonial Film Festival, et pour proposer d’autres relais de communication auprès du public. Nous allons bientôt mettre en place un système d’adhésion à l’association du DFF pour que vous aussi puissiez contribuer à votre échelle à cette initiative collective et devenir des spectateurices actif·ves 🥰
@mathildedjns ~ Coordination & Communication
@juliettem.a ~ Coordination & Communication
@krapistide ~ Production
@emdita_ ~ Coordination & Communication
@nc_berry ~ Coordination & Communication
Retrouvez toute l’équipe du festival sur decolonialfilmfest.com/equipe 🌊
The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly
And stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me, non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off its axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody - Jill Scott, Love Rains
