The wandering of Nora Dant was born in ecstasy and tears, in frustration and desire. Constraint offered freedom. With his black socks and a quote of Kerouac following him like the most loyal of dogs, Nora Dant tirelessly walks the urban space, the darkest corners of the psyche and the petticoats underneath. An endless idealist, yet above all an endless snooper, he seeks to reveal the brightness of the in-between, the boundary and its deviances. Frontiers are made to be crossed and the institution, guarantor of a certain moral and social comfort, questioned.
If Nora Dant had a little sister, we may have been left in peace; at the expense of the unfortunate sibling (no sister likes seeing a sadistic brother depraving her pretty blond dolls). Things being what they are, we just have to let him do his stuff.
