The day is breaking on the alley, it is early. Everything is still silent and the air is crisp. We can hear at times small rodents ending their nocturnal escapades. Small drops of water fall from bin to bin. These seem to be singing praise as their master approaches. Indeed, in the distance, we can see a staggering silhouette. It comes closer, and we can now hear it accompanied by a terrible squeak. It's him, the Chiffon man, pulling out his trusty trash.

He is already a certain age. Ruffled, whitish, dressed in old rags. He loves order in an apocalyptic world. He has developed a real obsession with rags and bins, which he uses in all directions: furniture, decoration, musical objects, acrobatic objects ... They are sometimes even his confidants! He also has a great fascination with a mysterious little girl.

She is small. She looks a bit like him over time. Tousled, whitish and dressed in old rags, obsessive, very organized in this apocalyptic world. With its small limbs, it slips easily into the trash. However, she has something that the Chiffon man will never have: her youth and her memories.