"Call Me by Your Name, and I'll Call You by Mine"—Elio Today, I finally watched Call Me by Your Name. It truly is a remarkable film—an ode to youth and...
Facebook reminded me of a chance encounter from three years ago with a rather remarkable taxi driver—an elderly gentleman by then. I remember as he prepared to set off, the...
A friend who practises calligraphy recently offered to gift me a piece of his work. He asked what I’d like him to write, and I said, “Only with wine.” He asked...
Though I greatly admire Wong Kar-wai, I only watched Chungking Express for the first time two years ago. To me, it’s a film about escape. 223 meets the woman in...
Due to my own experiences growing up, After the Storm resonates with me on a deeply personal level. Compared to Hirokazu Koreeda’s other works, like Still Walking or Our Little...
In some ways, I see parts of my former self in Ga Hei—my inner pessimism and negativity. And in him, I see the defiant, world-weary version of who I used...
What moved me most, though, was the scene where Matilda plants the pot in the ground. It felt like a burial for Léon, yet also a reflection of what Léon...
A story of shared songs and unspoken bonds.
An unscripted love story unfolds, echoing In the Mood for Love. Missed chances, shared songs, and the ache of what lingers in memory.
Forty-eight hours in Tokyo, rain-soaked streets, and Radiohead. A fleeting escape, like Lost in Translation, where connection meant everything.
A tale of whisky-fueled nights, quiet confessions, and the delicate balance between forgetting and holding on.
A solo Tokyo trip illuminated by music, late-night conversations, and a connection that felt as electric as the city itself.