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.
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.
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.