Article by Alessandro Pomati
Translation by Laura Cattani
In Tehran a search is taking place inside a big house: men are rifling through drawers and closets, boxes of personal belongings are being taken away. Nothing we have not already seen in the context of the Iranian dictatorship. But there is one jarring detail: the owner of the searched house is sitting petrified on the couch, while his place would be elsewhere, in a director’s chair, for example, directing that short, chilling sequence shot capturing the search. That is Ali Asgari, impatiently waiting for the authorities to do their work in his apartment-atelier and leave him alone, at least for the time being.
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