A lo-fi domestic odyssey shot on VHS. Ultra-saturated pop colors bleeding into the frame, the image vibrating with grain and tape noise. In this intimate, slightly chaotic world, Blasé drifts through the rituals of everyday life making coffee, pacing the apartment, staring out the window quietly humming the melody of Je ne t’aime plus to himself. The banal becomes cinematic: small gestures, repetitive movements, fragments of solitude captured in raw flashlike moments. the video embraces the imperfections of tape and color, turning ordinary routines into a melancholic, hypnotic loop where the song lingers like a thought that refuses to leave