Tag Archives: Charlotte Gainsbourg

As is the custom with Latino teenagers, one is holding a giant walnut.

While swimming through the tubes yesterday, I stubled upon Keith Schofield‘s treatment forĀ Charlotte Gainsbourg and Beck’sĀ ”Heaven Can Wait”. The treatment has very little to do with the actual result, which I find beautiful, and not only because Charlotte Gainsbourg is Jesus to me (evident, what with the bloodline and all). It’s rare for a director [...]