Tuesday, 30 April 2013

French Cancan @ Alliance Franchaise

Often times, I enjoy an old classic European movie. This is a 1954 French musical film written and directed by Jean Renoir and starring Jean Gabin, Marîa Félix and Franćoise Arnoul.

It's a fun show to chill out with after work. The in-your-face conversations, beautiful scenes of Paris bygones, vibrant colours of props and costumes. And a storyline that tells the hard facts of life ~ love may not be requited.









Friday, 26 April 2013

Rabbit hole @ DBS art center

Cast: Adrian Pang, Janice Koh, Seong Hui Xuan, Lok Meng Chue, Eden Ang
Director/Producer: Tracie and Adrian Pang
Playwright: David Lindsay-Abaire

The Singapore Premiere from Pangdemonium!

A story of family relationship and loved ones. Presented in a realistic context, taking the audience through the journey of a couple losing their child. Experiencing their emotions, how they attempt to deal with it via different channels and eventually meet at the same point of acceptance.

Moving, Real and Contemporary. Emotional and peppered with humor. Excellent cast and stage design.



Wednesday, 24 April 2013

New Nanyang Style @ NAFA

55 years of retrospective of Cheah Tien Soong

Love the splashes of colour in his otherwise black and white paintings. He creates a 3 dimensional visual effect on a 2 dimensional plane using depths and granularity; by accentuating the size of objects, often times with an exaggeration from its natural state. Otherwise, alternating between bold strokes and thin lines which portrays the confidence in the artist to create originality.

The first painting was a love at first sight at the gallery. The last two were first encountered in the newspapers and they drew me to see his works, live at NAFA.

























Monday, 22 April 2013

Shimbashi Soba @ Paragon

Soba so good. 
 
A place to return to. A place to go, to have Soba. Tenchirashi soba is our favourite. Shisamo, maki, sashimi, tempura, cold soba with French duck in Yuzu infused dippings, set meals.  

Love the texture of the soba. Love the dishes, where I can dunk soba into dipping sauce. Love the soba-yu, just like daddy loves the broth on top of oriental porridge. 





















Sunday, 21 April 2013

Octopus @ Esplanade

Choreographed and directed by Philippe Decoufle

Eight dancers, two musicians play music live. The music varies with themes of black/white, beauty/sensuality, jealousy/desire, life/death, set against sublime lighting effects and projection. It surprises, humours with wit and sensitivity. And sets the backdrop for the audience to think about love and life.


Saturday, 20 April 2013

Breakfast at Tiffany's ~ Truman Capote

Some memories. (Quotes from the classic.)

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.
Never love a wild thing... But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Bother a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

Some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.
It's a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not the law-type honest - I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day's enjoyment - but unto thyself type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than an dishonest heart.

Our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelated chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship's more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.

'I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away. The mean reds, they're nothing. The fat woman, she nothing. This, though: my mouth is dry, if my life depended on it I couldn't spit.' ~ after Holly Golightly left the cat on the street in Spanish Harlem, before her flight to Rio.