Laetitia Carton was born in 1974 in Vichy. After studying at the Beaux-Arts de Clermont-Ferrand, she exhibited her work in contemporary art venues. She then did a post-graduate degree at the École D'art in Lyon. It is there that she discovers the documentary of creation. She then decided to take a different path and study documentary filmmaking at Lussas. Her graduation film, D'un chagrin j'ai fait un repos (2005), was selected and awarded in several festivals around the world. In 2009, she directed her first feature documentary for television, La pieuvre, about Huntington's disease. She has directed several short films such as Grands-mères (2004) or La visite (2015), but also feature films such as Edmond, un portrait de Baudoin (2014), I'll Come To You With Deaf Eyes (2015) and Le Grand Bal (2018).
I'll Come To You With Deaf Eyes
Duration: 3h34This film is a letter to my friend Vincent who died ten years ago. Vincent was Deaf. He introduced me to his language, his culture, his world. Through Vincent's life, the film examines the roots of the distress that plagues the Deaf, and also explore a rich and fascinating world, a people that struggles to preserve its language and culture.
This is the story of a ball. A grand ball. Every summer, more than two thousand people flock from all over Europe to a corner of the French countryside. For 7 days and 8 nights, they dance again and again, lose track of time, brave their fatigue and their bodies. It turns, it laughs, it twirls, it cries, it sings. And life pulses.
I'll Come To You With Deaf Eyes
Duration: 3h34This film is a letter to my friend Vincent who died ten years ago. Vincent was Deaf. He introduced me to his language, his culture, his world. Through Vincent's life, the film examines the roots of the distress that plagues the Deaf, and also explore a rich and fascinating world, a people that struggles to preserve its language and culture.
This is the story of a ball. A grand ball. Every summer, more than two thousand people flock from all over Europe to a corner of the French countryside. For 7 days and 8 nights, they dance again and again, lose track of time, brave their fatigue and their bodies. It turns, it laughs, it twirls, it cries, it sings. And life pulses.