There was no shortage of women at the Toronto International Film Festival. Just like men, women are creators, storytellers, luminaries, and entrepreneurs. The desire to tell stories is a trait that spans the sexes. A human compulsion. Read more
The chemistry at a dinner table is a delicate formula. If not executed in the right manner with each element carefully considered and inserted in a particular order, the outcome could be explosive. Damaging. Or, even worse, flat and forgettable.
The other night I was part of a formula to create the perfect dinner table dynamic at the Asian Film Summit banquet. The close of a day celebrating East-West relations and the continual growth of the Asian film industry. Read more
Nights at TIFF squish together. Dance floors combine. Meals are forgotten. Sleep is as mythical as a black unicorn. And every night is a Saturday.
As I write this, it’s Wednesday. And I’m still putting the pieces of my actual Saturday into one puzzled picture. Memories lie in a jumbled box of mismatched fragments. I have been pulling colourful portions from the pile, one at a time, ruminating on each as I go. And now it’s time to make one complete image. Read more
The French are good at a lot of things. Croissants, champagne, duelling. They’re also connoisseurs of seduction. Princes and princesses of the provocative. Read more
Last night, I began the unofficial celebration of TIFF in a leather skirt at the early-ish hour of 5pm. There’s something off about wearing leather in the daylight hours. I felt like I should be carrying a guitar case or sucking on a Camel instead of shrugging into a taxi amidst those just leaving offices for the day. Sunshine mocks black leather. Sizzles and scowls. But the night, the darkness rubs up on the smooth texture, molds and absorbs into it as though they are one. Lovers’ skin sticking together. Read more