Anyone who knows me knows that I can't resist a good period drama, especially one with a fun female lead. Phryne (that's pronounced fran-ee) Fisher, slutty lady detective (I think that's her official title) is probably my favorite, and I asked my cousin if she knew where it was filmed within an hour of walking out of the Melbourne airport.
If you only knew how entrancing, how stirringly beautiful the images in my head are, the ones I am unable to express.
It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground.
Reminiscing on visiting Casa Vicens in Barcelona.
There's something to be said for the trope of the labyrinth--confusion, discovery, loss, mystery. Theseus and the Minotaur, David Bowie's eponymous film, the various creatures of a little girl's frightened imagination. How can we find our way out of the endlessly twisting, confusing paths that life itself makes for us?
Five thousand years of history sitting right next to each other.
"A New York minute is a Hong Kong second." -someone who hasn't been to Hong Kong since the late 80s, I guess.