The way velcro and Juliette (in that intense, sad, moving, blue film) are looking in separate directions. The way your photo is about clocks while Velcro and Julie have totally different contrasting ideas about time. The BW portrait of light streaming in the window onto the words trois coleurs. Julie next to the music. I would snooze on the couch and listen to the soundtrack of the street.
I think everyone who has a cat has seen the pose in the photo. It makes me want to be reincarnated as a cat.