The film called Temps Mort (Dead Time or Time Out) presents an exchange of short video footage assembled into one final edit. Remotely driven footage of daily life in prison, the banality of a sink, of a plant or a plate of pasta are offtset against scenes of life outside, in the streets of Paris, a night of love or seascapes. The dialogue between the inmate and the artist occurs by text messages and captures this exceptional situation of exchange, sharing et perhaps dependence. As the tie between the two men develops, the confrontation between life inside and out of those walls intensifies. Like his previous work, it is interesting to compare this with the documentaries screened in the general media about violence in the suburbs or in prisons.