A few prostitutes tell their story. Behind the big windows, they arrange their pillows, they sit down and wait. Their stories tell of men in search of something. Nice men, those who even show up on Christmas Eve and the lonely ones, who sometimes fall in love. The women are well acquainted with love and they know how to keep it at a distance when they work, because a client can never be anything but a client. Their words paint the picture of a world that lives in a few square meters and that shuts down at 6:30 p.m., when all around them the city is working and growing. "I wanted to make a film that adapts itself to the rhythm of the waiting in these places and that could find the right relationship between exhibition and modesty, between what is natural and its representation. Something both delicate and cruel. A film that touches a sort of intimacy and that, in certain moments, knows how to leave us on the threshold, inside a tent. All this has brought to life a film that is both open, like the big, airy space I think I have left to the spectator, and closed, like a door we shut in order to remain alone for a moment."
—urx100