In his giant outdoor studio where he controls space, time and light, Alain Laboile watches his six children. He captures moments of nothing, the unexpected as the expected, the blooming as the outbreak, imagination as banality. His tracking shots put everything on hold: the passage of time, the waltz of the clouds, the leaves in the wind. He shapes the humble material of everyday life like organic matter, enchanting it. It is certainly not paradise, nor the angels’ dream life. It is simply life; just life and nothing else.