Picture the Saint Paul Ruins without people. Without a single person. Better than that: pass by at nigh time, and look at it almost empty, illuminated by the big and bright moon. They are simply powerful.
Listen to the pena. It’s the first thing to notice on the latest collaboration project took up by Portuguese band Clã, joining one of the most acclaimed heritage singers from Northeast India state of Manipuri, Mangka.
There's a lot to do this weekend. Firstly, Cinemathèque Passion is already opened and now showing Nobuhiro Yamashita's Over the Fence. Then, there's the opening of two exhibitions art Ox Warehouse. To top it all, there's a promising dance workshop.
Bloodline is one of those addictive television series, well constructed and shaped, that doesn't seem to let you breath, so involved are you in the plot. But it is not fast paced, it is slow, as storytelling should be.
The final countdown has begun. Macau's Cinemathéque — Passion will finally open tomorrow as a regular independent cinema house, starting what I hope will be years of joy for all cinema lovers in Macau.
Once I encounter something fun, clever and really well-written, like Os Monstrinhos da Roupa Suja, which I read to my two-year old son, without feeling the need to explain, I feel relieved. Because stories are sometimes just stories, and there can be a party of stained and dirty clothes, running away from cleaning-freak mom.
Upcoming this April 1, NORD 001 is likely to disappear from the stores as fast as it comes, a consequence of Shkedul’s growing reputation in the circle. It would also come as no surprise to see NORD LTD becoming a cult label in no time. Faith in underground techno restored.
This time I invite you to take a ferry to our neighbouring region. Art Basel is being held in Hong Kong until tomorrow, Saturday, and you art lovers should definitely not miss it.
There's a brave, independent princess-explorer; a self-absorbed tattooed semi-god; and a very dumb, annoying chicken. But what stroke me the most in Disney's feature animation Moana was the sea — so blue, so bright, so beautifully animated you could almost feel drops sprinkling out of the screen.
I've always been intrigued by Cinema Alegria, as it keeps reminding me of lost times — times I didn't witness. Yet, even though the appearance is from the 1960s, it is fit with modern equipment to project in 3D.
To me, Welcome To Elsinore, by Mário Cesariny, is a poem about the power(lessness) of words: of what they say; of what they don't say; of what they can say but won't; of what they can't say but will.
Leslie Feist, once again back to the starting point of the cycle of songs, is issuing the successor to 2011 Metals. Pleasure, the new album, will be released on April 28, and an eponymous first single is already up for airplay.