Set in an imaginary country where the trombone orchestra is the heart of power and photographs have a natural size that limits the number of trombone players that can appear on their official picture.
"I had not only to pose before Chrismas crib like most children; I also posed before cottages, dolls houses, music box houses, lamp houses, cake houses, money-box houses and China-houses." In the same house a mother wonders if she will eventually have a place of her own ; a daughter sticks to her...
"Je danse devant toi..." or the ceremony of farewell. Leaving the other person is also a little like saying goodbye to oneself. Isabelle Martin sends this letter in the form of a visual poem to a lost soul mate and dances on "until [her] socks wear out".
