Another night without Báró.
I visited him at the clinic today, and he looked like his old broken self, when we met for the very first time. But his face lit up for a split second, when he saw me.
Little stinky ball of fur, get better, so I could bring you home finally.
Wes Anderson never fails to amaze me. The Isle of Dogs is yet another masterpiece.
What I love about his movies is that they take you a whole parallel universe. As long as you are under his spell, the World outside ceases to exist. Entering this Universe with a partner in crime and being in awe together is another level of happiness.
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band – I Won’t Hurt You
Soundtrack from Berlin 