Hometown

I know what you wore last season

So I was looking at this one particular editorial of Abbey Lee Kershaw in Vogue Italia's December issue and I couldn't quite pinpoint what was puzzling me so much about it. It all looked so oddly familiar. Then I realized that Abbey was standing in front of my apartment building. And on the street where I used to go to Chinese school every Saturday. And then in front of the sketchy restaurant on the block where I get my hair cut. And then I laughed.

Hayao

In my top five movies of all time. Delicate, yet so lush and rich. Going to revisit this very soon.
P.S. After the trailer, take a look at this kid kiiiiilling it on the guitar.

Oh Boy

I am 250% against this movie and its existence. The show itself? Brilliant and cheeky, yet still incredibly heartwarming and real; it's always on loop at my apartment as I am the proud owner of all six seasons. The movie? Like driving past a car accident. Or watching a cat die. You know you shouldn't be watching, and you know exactly what to expect, but you just can't help yourself anyway. You need to watch. And, as expected, it blows. So to make a sequel is really beyond me.