Patrick lives at a naturist campsite owned by his father. Until the moment he loses his favourite hammer, his life is as well-ordered as his meticulously tidy workshop. The missing tool, however, sets off a chain of events that not only affects Patrick, but also reveals the true nature of the camp residents: Their appearance may not leave much to the imagination, but they’re undeniably keeping a lot of stuff under wraps. He discovers that the certainties he had banked on are no longer guaranteed, and the young man is forced to find a dose of self-confidence that he never needed before. Mielants’ breezy tragicomedy conveys us to a world where homemade jams and camper vans provide the props for an existential quest for dignity – within reach even if the option of wearing trousers is entirely alien to you.
