A year of Varda, not pointedly conceived with any particular end date in mind, but simply the time it took to walk alongside her at her unwavering pace: a summer, a fall, a winter, and a spring. A project conceived with the inimitable South Bend film scholar and critic Josh Weinhold, and one coincident with the broad strokes of the pandemic timeline—again, largely by accident, though perhaps most fortuitously: whom better to spend isolation with than a director who gravitates so instinctively, and so instructively, toward others. Her shorts (ranked even more chaotically) here.