Pumpkin empanada with gazpacho and rocket salad.
For whatever reason, the Cannes Film Festival — perhaps because of its grandeur, glamorous red carpet, and press attention — has become the crux around which global conversations about gender and women directors take place. I’m sure that if Cannes director Thierry Fremaux had his way (and he did for many, many years), no one would even comment on the lack of gender diversity at his festival. But the world has changed, and Mr. Fremaux has clearly heard the message — in his own way — as he dribbled out a bunch of announcements over the last month that he hoped would satisfy his critics on this issue. First Jane Campion was anointed the jury president, then Andrea Arnold will head the Critics Week jury, and lastly that Rebecca Zlotowski will lead two other juries during Critics Week.
Yet none of those announcements take away from the fact that the festival still has a problem with including women directors in the main competition. I refuse to accept the bullshit that women are not making “good enough” films. Because “good enough” is simply a shield and a code — just another way to keep women out by pretending there is some objective standard for quality when all judgments are subjective and influenced by the viewer’s own tastes, background, and biases. So where is Liv Ullmann’s Miss Julie? Where is Susanne Bier’s Serena? Where is Mia Hansen-Love’s Eden? Sure, she’s young, but Xavier Dolan is even younger and he’s in again.
Mr. Fremaux did his best to appease the situation by mentioning that there will be 15 women directors this year at the Cannes Film Festival. But that figure is padded; five of those women are the directors of a compilation film called Bridges of Sarajevo that’s playing at a special screening. As it stands there will be just two women — Alice Rohrwacher with La Meraviglie and Naomi Kawase with Still the Water in the main competition. That’s two women out of a total of 18 films. Last year was no better with, only one woman-directed film in competition out of 19.
Vegetarian dinner: sandwich with cheese, lettuce and pickles, fried potato chip twist and green tea.
"No one living in Siren Cove would ever tell you that the rivalry between the Thornton and Coombs families hasn’t caused its fair share of issues."
For over two decades, the residents of the small coastal town of Siren Cove, Maine have enjoyed a peaceful existence full of prosperity and growth. Until now. A gruesome and mysterious murder of a beloved daughter threatens to rip open old wounds, old rivalries, and old alliances.
“It would only take the right event to summon chaos, and there are those waiting in shadow ready and waiting for it to happen…”
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I want more houses with awesome murals in the world.
Wholemeal pizza with pine apple, mushrooms, beetroots, rocket salad, white onions and a lot of cheese.
Kristen McMenamy by Tim Walker for W magazine September 2012.
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
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“Tag.” Isaac looked around, his body tense like he expected that any moment the woods would throw something at him. “You brought me here to play tag? With who?”
“To learn more about what we can do in a playful way.” Scott shrugged. “Because we deserve some fun.” He heard the roar of a motor. “Us. And Stiles, but he’ll be on a quad to make things a bit more ..equal. In speed.”
“Stiles?” The tenseness built. “What? Why? Am I your pet charity project now? I played tag as a kid you know, not everything was mi-”
“You’re not.” Scott wasn’t going to mention how he read about traumatized dogs relaxing because of unthreatening toys. “We just deserve some innocent fun. Hi, Stiles.”
Stiles braked in between them, making Isaac jump back with a snarl on his face. “I’m ready to kick both your asses in a family friendly way. Are you ready to have your ass kicked?” He took off his helmet. “Will I survive this without padding? And hey, no tree climbing.”
Scott nodded. “No trees, no fangs, only ta-”
“I don’t want Stiles around.” He was looking at the quad with disgust. “I’ll do this because you’re the one asking, but I’m not going to be someone’s prey ag- someone’s prey.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped. “It’s tag! Everyone has to hunt the others down once!”
“Stiles ..” Scott put a hand on his friends’ wrist. “Give us a chance to get a feeling of the place first.”
“Get a fee- we have been in these woods since we were tiny, tiny children.”
“Just go crossing around a bit first? Please?”
Stiles knew that Scott was trying hard to let the Beacon Hills werewolves become a proper pack. He would try as hard to not feel rejected by his best friend. It was just tag. “Howl if I can come play with the hairy fellows.”
Scott smiled, clearly relieved. “Oh, you will hear us.”
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Water, thought the snail.
Light, thought the snail.
Colour, thought the snail.
The three thoughts rolled - slowly - into a nice sensation in the head of the snail. It gave a soft, comfy feeling. Because of those three thoughts, the snail now knew where it was, where it was going to be and what it was part of.
What else would a snail need.
Michael K. Williams
Be Umbrella sharp
With bonus accessories.
I love the colours and I’m still waiting for something that can create real clothes from images without the whole sewing shebang.