Ferhat - Let Me Be (NOT FINISHED) (TT)

Let me be.... queer, Let me be... Orient, Let me be... Disco, Let me be... self-determined!

Ferhat is all that.

The clip lives from the clash of cultures in pop. The music is the engine, the people the energy and symbols from all areas that make up Ferhat are the spice.

Ferhat himself is the connection between all this, he builds with his music and with his whole I a rhythmic bridge between these, partly contradictory elements. Not didactic, not symbolic, but very real and authentic: The images breathe, rich, sweat and are beautiful at the same time, you want to be there, because whether hedonist *in or Oreintale*in: we feel immediately and directly the unique energy of a unique party.

And it goes like this:

The song starts quietly and so do the pictures: in classic single portraits we see people who seem somehow worn out, but also happy, exhausted and elketized. Hedonistic party figures, half naked, sweating, they look directly into the camera, that is, into our eyes. They hold their gaze, are open, move little, everything is quiet, but very direct, authentic and full of life.

The piano starts, the beat starts, the music wants to dance and so do our hedonists: in slowmotion they celebrate life dancing, yes from that they look exhausted and happy. Ferhat stands in between, sings the song, quasi as a self-confident rock in the party surf.
Now the song rests again, we see more portraits, they are people from the Orient, a woman with a headscarf, one with a burka, a man with a beard. But they also look directly into the camera and are exhausted, electrified - life flickers in their eyes.

With the beginning of the chorus the energetic slowmotion party moments come back. Now it becomes clear: the typical hedonistic disco crowd from the beginning is not alone: they dance and party together with the people from the Orient. A little shy at first, but as Ferhat's song builds, inhibitions fall away. Everybody lets themselves fall into the disco beat, dancing exuberantly and authentically, great feelings in slow motion in their faces: happiness, self-determination, energy and the amazement that it works. Ferhat is the centre of the party. He performs the song into the camera.

Like standing on the dance floor, blinking here and there, we see snapshots, little scenes that show how the mood develops, inhibitions fall and people get closer: two men kissing, one with a beard, laughing in amazement and happiness; a woman in a headscarf falling over a man and then being amazed at herself; two very different women dancing up to each other; a paradise bird who is happy with himself and the music in the waves of people and smiles at a woman with a veil; a couple that argues and gets along again; a guy with a shisha who watches relaxed and a woman who snatches the shisha out of his hand, pulls on it himself, while he has to laugh puzzled about it.
In between again a moment of calm, we look at it from above, stylized like a fresco: Ferhat is lying on the floor, around him the party people, all mixed, draped to a carpet of exhausted, sweating, happy people. Ferhat sings the song.

The beat takes leave for a moment in the C section of the song and the melody drifts away. We come to the climax of the unique connection between queerness, orient, disco and self-determination: Ferhat kisses someone with a headscarf, on closer inspection it becomes clear that it is a man, he turns around and kisses another man, who on closer inspection turns out to be a woman. And so it goes on with the kissing until the beat kicks in again and the party gets boisterous and wild.

Ferhat leaves the party happy. Outside it is already light.
He sits at a bus stop, exhausted and at the same time satisfied, and perhaps bites into a pork sausage with relish. A woman in a headscarf stands at the edge, turns to him: don't we know the eyes? Hasn't she actually been to the party? No, she's waiting for the bus with her shopping. Maybe everything else was too good to be true....