Filmmaker passionate about genre films
Welcome in the world of Igor Sandman. Dream is verging on determinsism. The organic on the the electronic. You think you're alone in this strange world where silence is sacred. Only the wind whisper to the one who understands to follow along far, very far. Sometimes it takes you to one of those silicium gardens, glittering so strongly that you'd think you can hear it. And there, if you part the branches slowly, maybe you'll see one of those lost souls. Aren't they your reflexion?