A meditation on transience composed through juxtaposition of sun-bathed exteriors of Split and dark interiors, landscapes of the city and close-ups of human faces, movements and stillness, the material and the spiritual.
This observational documentary about carnation pickers at one of Split plantations does not have a single line of dialoguel not a single commentary or any kind of intervention in life apart from exclusion of colour belonging to it after the first introductory close-ups of the flower itself.
Before a dynamic camera waitresses are rushing in all directions at the busy central Split train station, doing their daily work. The hectic atmosphere is amplified with cuts from face to face, movement to movement, transforming the film into a rhythmically programmed energetic trip.
