The project documents a long yet mostly unrecognized tradition of adolescent cinephiles from all over the world who have made their way to the most prestigious of film festivals.
In sight of the French Riviera, I spent two weeks with the teenagers as they waited outside of the Grand Théâtre Lumière. Dressed in mandatory black-tie, they held handmade signs to ask for unused premiere tickets from industry insiders.
Turning my camera away from the publicly overexposed spectacle that defines this annual event, I chose to concentrate on this overlooked periphery of fest attendees and the quieter simplicity of their experience.
