A world bathed by a red, hazy, velvety light, reminiscent of the glory years of giallo. A familiar and time-less feeling. Dreaminess and tension, decadence and danger. The unsettling strangeness of those girls gravitating around Charlotte Rampling, the mysterious and haunted priestess. Between terror and pleasure, the notes of Donna Summer’s « I Feel Love » revisited by SebastiAn.

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