Anémone is a modern siren. Every night, she sings in a bar, seduces a man, brings him home, and kills him. Her roommates share the same routine and project: get rid of all men on Earth by killing them one after the other.
Strange images hide in my mother's photo album, snapshots of her youth in Russia inside a colorful yoga group. Today, she devotes herself to other cults, all of which bring their share of propaganda, rites, gurus, and of course sacrifices. I play her role, to understand or to exorcise.
