An internship portrait of Nicolas Ker, the charismatic and lunar singer of the group Poni Hoax. That night at Run ar Puñs, the legendary concert hall nestled in the heart of the Breton countryside, the concert was brilliant, despite a frontman condemned to sitting, the fault of a knee defaulter. More dandy than ever, Nicolas Ker, brilliant and casual will remain for me a hallucinatory meeting, in the vein of a Bashung, a Daniel Darc or a Miossec.