People start smelling funky when it rains. Did you sense that?
Kind of like wet dogs.
People start smelling funky when it rains. Did you sense that?
Kind of like wet dogs.
I like the sound of rain against the window while listening to Ceaikovski’s Nutcraker – Arabian dance.
Never-ending walking paths surrounded by bamboos slowly unwinding, lacquered wooden shoes, loud footsteps, small feet, twirl of a hand, petals suspended in mid-air, a sad and abrupt sound of pitched chords, the slow rotation of a kimono, hot tea, rain on paper umbrellas, bare necks, a floating black-white-red dance under fake snow. That’s all I saw.
Memoirs of a Geisha (2005)
Director: Rob Marshall