Ushiku Daibutsu is a statue located in Ushiku, Ibaraki Prefecture, Japan. Completed in 1993, it stands a total of 120 metres (390 ft) tall, including the 10 m (33 ft) base and 10m lotus platform.
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Partners in Flight - Serena Curmi
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Brendan George Ko
proof of existence
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#28 An Education (2009)
dir. Lone Scherfig
The quintessential movie about the quintessential teenage girl dream. ‘Move to Paris, wear black and do whatever I want,’ the line goes in the movie. In the ensuing Oscar presentations after the movie was released, it stands today as one of the largest grievances that Carey Mulligan did not receive the Best Actress award for her role as Jenny. The story is about the stereotypical London private school girl, who is an over (over!) achiever. She excels as a budding musician, and is a whip-sharp academic. Her life is going according to her parents’ wishes and plans, ‘you need that scholarship to Oxford Jenny! There are no if’s or buts.’ Indeed, Jenny’s life seems destined for that inevitable outcome until the arrival of the deliciously malicious David (Peter Sarsgaard). From there, Jenny falls in love (another stereotype) with the older man, who opens her eyes to the finer dining aspect of her previously closed and bubbled off life. Halfway through the movie, I couldn’t help but feel as though the movie was being driven by stereotypes, with no actual bite or kick to the storyline. Had it ended the way the movie started, it wouldn’t be on this list. However, Lone Scherfig cleverly adds in the much heralded ‘Scandi-noir’ genre into the movie, the scenes become darker, the mood more ominous and sombre. Jenny’s life is turned upside down after the discovery of many a flaw in Sarsgaard’s character. A fitting cameo role is given to Rosamund Pike in the form of Helen, an accomplice at the start to David’s actions, but in the end spares Jenny’s abundant and heart-shattering discoveries. Pike strives to deliver, but one cannot help but feel her typecast, only by choice, into either period dramas or lightweight, shallow rom-coms. Peter Sarsgaard’s character upon recent viewing drew instantaneous comparisons in my mind to his more recent role in the 2013 film Blue Jasmine. He plays the suave, malevolent, older and seemingly more knowledgeable man well, full of flaws that wouldn’t be too far astray from his own personal experiences away from the acting scene. However, the hero of the scene must be Carey Mulligan. Before the movie she was already building up quite a repertoire as a performer in indie movies and television shows. However, with this showing, she added strong acting credentials to her already blossoming portfolio, with a performance which starts off as the original ditsy, head-over-heels lover of the older gentleman, with no life experience and an abundance of innocence, and ends with a character beyond her modest years, portrayed in centrefold by steely resilience and resolve. Lone Scherfig does an excellent job keeping the cast together working for the same purpose, the highlight and create the environment for which Carey Mulligan’s acting could thrive. I enjoyed this movie simply because it broke down all of the stereotypes about the ‘Paris with an older man whilst I’m a teenage girl’ complex so many girls seem to hold today, and injected in a fresh dosage of heartbreak and glorious resolution. Marvelous to watch.
Best Acting Performance: Carey Mulligan as Jenny, although Peter Sarsgaard as David wasn’t too far behind.
Best Soundtrack Piece: In this ragtag collection of great 20th century music, the one that fit the scene particularly well and stood out from the rest was Smoke Without Fire by Duffy.
Most Touching Moment: A couple stand out, but at the greyhound racing track, when the mixture of dark shadows and neon lights are in full swing on the cinematography scene, Jenny is proposed to by David. Jenny refuses at first, then takes time out to think about the situation. It is her first instance of showing her growing maturity and intelligence, and the first instance where we get to see properly through David’s veneer of incredulous and unadulterated promises of riches and eternal love. The scene reaches it’s peak when David and Jenny reach the carpark, which makes for incredibly interesting scriptwriting and even more thorough acting.
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Iceland by Adrienne Pitts
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Sonomama- 1987
'Taishi Hirokawa- high fashion in the countryside'

Recently my memory of dreams has improved a LOT just by telling myself to remember while falling asleep. Really nice material. Brains are magic!

Tonight in my first dream I was spending the night in some kind of big hall of the university’s library. Electrical grand pianos were all over the place and people were sitting side by side, playing music silently with their headphones connected to the instruments. I was walking through the hall with my huge backpack and all I could hear were a lot of fingers pressing a lot of keys.

My second dream took place in a city completely made of glass. I was no particular person. Stunning visuals.

In my third dream I was the pianist that I had brief eye contact with in dream number one. I walked up a high mountain to my house and there were a lot of colourful flags everywhere and the sound of tribal singing.

My fourth dream was a reliving-a-memory kind of dream. I was in Taiwan driving along the coast side on a rented scooter and it was just like I did last summer. Although obviously the scooter was floating in mid-air after a while.

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William Quiller Orchardson. Detail from The First Cloud, 1887.
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National Geographic 1977
The Huichols - Mexico’s People of Myth and Magic
A painted prayer blooms on a the cheeks of a Huichol woman who uses lipstick to form a background to flower petals, symbols of fertility. Emblems of a sacred bird march across her headdress. 
In the solitude of the Sierra Madre Occidental, Mexico’s Huichols still heed a pantheon of deities who rule their hearts—while the government introduces modern ways to help their bodies and minds.
ABBA : Our Last Summer

memories that remain

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