The Mériaux shop is the temple/theatre of hardware. It is the most sacred expression of this activity, at least to my eyes, which are fixed on the memory I have of my last visit, when, as a novice handyman, I threw some of my savings across the counter, which was mysteriously separated from the rest of the place by a worn plexiglass screen. I made this film in order to share this fragment of my intimate possessions.
