Autumn again on planet Earth. A couple of rose petals in eternal solidarity enduring the great trouble of a heavy thunderstorm.
“When it premiered at the Berlinale last February, little did anyone know that it was being received on the cusp of global catastrophe. Now, after a cataclysmic year in lockdown, Nicolas Schmidt’s Inflorescence reads as strikingly prescient - a summation, both poetic and mundane, of the emotional turmoil that’s become the underpinning of our lives. Though achingly tender, to describe it in any specificity would strip it of its most beautiful attribute, that its purity and simplicity generously offers itself as a personal vessel, one eager to absorb all of our individual hopes, dreams and fears.”
— Tom Grimshaw