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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

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KIROKAZE
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Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Xuebing Du
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Here, the curtains have been stripped away so that the mirrors, installed from wall to wall, become the window treatment. That wall creates a feeling of space and light that would normally be impossible to achieve in a room of this size.
Meditations on Design: Reinventing Your Home with Style and Simplicity, 2000
The Death of William the Conqueror, 1885 by Albert Maignan (French, 1845–1908)
A crucial part of the bookstore experience is saying hi to all the books you’ve already read
Kathy Bates, Owen Wilson, Midnight In Paris, Woody Allen, 2011
IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE 花樣年華 (2000) Dir. Wong Kar-Wai
L'Eclisse (1962, dir. Michelangelo Antonioni)
「眼に映る風景」
2018.5
watorcolor / Arche
By : ranmaranting
The entire 3-minute city ambiance scene from Ghost in the Shell (1995) is already one of the best moments in all of cinema imo, but I NEED to talk about my absolute favorite part from it:
That brief moment when Major Kusanagi and a stranger with her exact same body model catch a glance at one another. How quickly the initial curiosity of seeing the doppelgänger turns into a feeling of unease as the boat carries her away.
She will never meet this stranger. She'll never know anything about her other than the simple reminder that every piece of her cybernetic body is not unique to her. There is no part of her other than her brain and all its memories that she has any true ownership of, and even that isn't immune to being hacked and potentially erased by outside forces. Despite being a part of a bustling city, all she can do is reflect on how utterly isolated she feels as a living being.
How can she possibly define her humanity when she herself is confined in the form of what is essentially a highly modified weapon? How can she relate to others when she has more in common with the mannequins on display in a shopping mall than with the any of the people walking the streets?
All of this inner turmoil at one’s own existence conveyed without a SINGLE word of dialogue spoken. Now that's the power of cinema if I've ever seen it!