I recently revisited The Last Migration and created a longer, more intimate director’s cut.
The original version was screened at a Kling event in Paris and later at AI on the Lot in Los Angeles.
This new cut slows down. It breathes more. It lingers in the spaces between memories.
An old man. A remote coastline. A lighthouse. The ghosts of a life once lived.
I’ve always believed that technology is at its best when it becomes invisible. When it stops being the subject and simply becomes a tool to tell something human.
For me, The Last Migration is not about AI. It’s about memory, loss, love. And about the traces we leave behind.
Probably my most personal film so far.
