Pour un court-métrage produit par le GREC sur lequel je suis directrice de la photographie, je cherche :
un.e chef.fe electro et un.e chef.fe machiniste, idéalement sur Paris !
Non-rémunéré mais full défrayé. Tournage sur 6 jours en Normandie à la Toussaint. RT appréciés !
✨ L'intégrale Justine Triet, une collection Park Chan-wook, une sélection de Palmes d'Or cultes, la diffusion de "La Zone d'Intérêt"...
Voici les films qui vous attendent gratuitement à partir du 6 mai et durant toute la durée du Festival de Cannes 2026 sur @FranceTV. 👇
Rape is the only crime I can think of that's 100% inexcusable. There's absolutely no reason for it ever. In any circumstance. You can murder in self defence, you can steal to help your starving family. Even doing illegal drugs can really help calm people down.
But rape doesn't help anyone except the rapisto And it just baffles me to this day the way people will excuse rape with, "Well he/she was drunk." or "What was she wearing?" or "He's a guy though, he probably enjoyed it."
it's the one crime that everyone should find inexcusable and yet it's the one that people try to justify the most often.
la mode cette année chez les maires de droite c’est d’installer de la vidéosurveillance dans leurs communes de 500 habitants pour lutter contre l’insécurité
Pour rappel les municipales c’est le 15 et 22 mars. Le maire c’est celui qui agit sur : le logement, les écoles, les transports, l’écologie, la sécurité et la culture. Un maire de gauche (la vraie pas le PS) c’est + de services publics, + de solidarité et + d’investissements
Il y a quarante ans, elle était Mona dans "Sans toit ni loi" d'Agnès Varda. Alors que le film ressort en salle, rencontre avec Sandrine Bonnaire, comédienne, réalisatrice mais aussi chanteuse @francemusique@jburbain https://t.co/lrp1pwpro6
les gros cons qui pensent que voter aux municipales de sert à rien alors que militer localement c le premier pas de l’engagement citoyen genre svp allez voter
I used to have a friend who would text me at 2 or 3 am in the morning whenever she was fighting with her boyfriend. Not just quick messages either long voice notes, dramatic paragraphs, “please answer” calls back to back. Even when I had early classes the next day, I’d sit up in bed and respond. I’d talk her through every breakdown, remind her of her worth, tell her she deserved consistency and respect. Sometimes I’d stay up until sunrise just making sure she was okay.
This went on for months. It became normal for me to pause my own rest, my own peace, whenever she needed comfort.
One evening, after a really overwhelming day, I finally reached my limit. I wasn’t okay. I felt anxious and heavy and just needed someone to talk to. It was around midnight, not even that late compared to her usual crisis hours... so I called her.
She declined it.
A few minutes later she texted, “I’m out right now. Can this wait? We’ll talk another time.”
No follow-up. No “What’s wrong?” No checking in later.
That was the moment something shifted in me. I realized I had been showing up for someone who only saw me as an emergency hotline. I was her comfort, but she was never mine.
And that’s when it hit me: not everyone who leans on you plans to hold you back. Some people are used to receiving your energy, but have never practiced giving it. If you don’t protect your time, your sleep, your heart... people will take from it without even noticing.
Being supportive is kind. But support should never be one-sided.