I did a little research and I found that he was very influential NFB director in the 60’s. And absolutely by chance he lived on the same street in Montreal, as me. I went there and met the concierge. He brought me to a big locker, where they were gathering all the unnecessary leftovers from the former tenants. I found a small notebook, blue, handwritten “Lipsett” on it.
I found everything inside this small notebook. Everything and nothing. Trying to re-construct someone’s life through those notes seemed impossible. This is how I decided to do this film.
Did I really find his diaries-collages in his small apartment on Côte-des-Neiges, or is this just a mystification?
With this movie, we imagine that those diaries have been recovered. From the dust and the garbage, saved accidentally…


