Renaud's gritty and sometimes folky francophone rock posits him as a salt-of-the-earth everyman. His videos don't try to dispel that notion, but when they're not documenting his live presence, they add a touch of magical realism to his image. He's a wry observer of a dreamy world in the visuals for “Mistral gagnant” and a lone thinker in an empty—but extraordinary—train station in “Toujours debout”.