It is the history of a ball. A grand ball. Each summer, more than two thousand people tributary of the whole of Europe in a corner of French countryside. For 7 days and 8 nights, they dance again and again, lose the concept of time, braving their toil and their body. It rotates, laugh, it spin round…It is the history of a ball. A grand ball. Each summer, more than two thousand people tributary of the whole of Europe in a corner of French countryside. For 7 days and 8 nights, they dance again and again, lose the concept of time, braving their toil and their body. It rotates, laugh, it spin round, it cries, it sings. And the life pulse. —Hugo Van Herpe詳情