From the series In the Afternoon, taken in Singapore.
I spent the entire two and a half goddamn hours cringing in fear because it’s one of those movies where ANYTHING horrible can happen to the characters. Even in the final three minutes before the credits, I was expecting a last-minute suicide or something.
Eva took a serious liking to me because, as Doretta says, I am a magnet for tragic heiresses and socialites.
The ultimate Asian mom brag
A close look at the fashion and style of the Korean drama, Goblin. Why is everyone wearing neutral colours? What does that hat mean? Is the 90s Hong Kong idol hairdo really making a comeback?
There is an invisible censorship in the West, and it’s worse than any censorship anywhere else because people think it doesn’t exist. It’s the censorship that always humanizes white serial killers but turns twelve-year-old black boys into hulking monsters. It’s the censorship that refuses to let Asian people be happy being Asian.
I took the coward’s way out and pretended that I had diarrhea and hung out in the women’s bathroom talking to the attendant there until my boyfriend texted me in desperation.
From the series Subterraneans, taken in New York.
I think we’re supposed to cheer for the girl powerness of all it, but I’ve seen so many pinky violence movies that I’m used to seeing a woman kick ass.
If this were an American film, it would wring maximum I am Sam pathos: there would be a huge custody battle between Daikichi and the kid’s ex-junkie mom who’s now married to a tech billionaire, Daikichi would have a criminal past or secretly be a stripper, Rin would develop cancer or fall out of an airplane…anyway, if you know American films, you get the idea.