Some people are collectors. They collect foto’s, books, records. They cherish the memories that are attached to these things, mentally re-living bygone days. The older and rarer an object is, the more valuable and fascinating it seems to them.

Patrice is not one of those people. No foto collection. Memory is baggage. No vinyl fetish. Tradition is limitation. Future, however, is a blank sheet of paper, waiting to be scribbled upon in the maddest colours imaginable. The excitement of the unknown is what motivates him to experiment and break free from the herd. Holy cows need to be slaughtered every now and then. Look closely and you will see blood on his hands…

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