This is the tone of voice. “OMG” is the aesthetic of the modern sublime. It is the gasp of a generation raised on maximalist social media, crash zooms, and emotional honesty. The production rejects the cold, distant French New Wave. Instead, it demands immediacy . The director wants the raw, unfiltered “Oh my God” moment—the tear that falls mid-laugh, the hand that reaches for a stranger in a crowded metro.
If you have been scrolling through Casting Networks or the darkroom halls of the École des Beaux-Arts , you have seen the flyer. It is a grainy, infrared photo of a silhouette under the Pont Alexandre III, eyes glowing white. The text is sparse: “Paris is the Muse. OMG is the brief. NVG is the lens. Bi is the truth. Are you the talent?” Paris The Muse OMG The Latest NVG - Casting- Bi...
“Paris is finally admitting that it was never monogamous,” says film critic Jean-Luc Delmas. “The city has always loved the artist, the rebel, the androgyne. This casting call is just making it official. Paris is the bi-curious lover we all thought we knew.” If you are in Paris, or can get there by the new moon, and if you have a body that tells a story and a gaze that holds a thousand contradictions, go to the casting. This is the tone of voice
For submissions, send a one-minute night-vision self-tape (shot on your iPhone, no edits) to casting@artnoirparis.fr. Subject line: The production rejects the cold, distant French New Wave
In a casting world often partitioned into rigid categories (male/female, straight/gay, lead/comic), this production has declared a radical departure. here stands for Bisexual / Borderless / Binary-Breaking.
Forget the cliché of the Eiffel Tower backdrop. In this production, the city is not a setting; it is the living, breathing protagonist. The casting directors are looking for talent that can react to Paris as if it were a lover. The cobblestones of Montmartre, the neon reflections in the Canal Saint-Martin, the brutalist concrete of the Bibliothèque Nationale—these are the co-stars. If you cannot look at the Parisian skyline with awe, lust, or melancholy, do not apply.
The casting call explicitly states: “We are not casting gender. We are casting electricity. We are looking for people who exist in the hyphen.”