What’s the recipe for making a highly addictive TV show – besides the base ingredients of murder and sex?
I throw together whatever I happen to find hidden in the corners of cupboards and veggie drawer of the fridge that hasn’t yet grown a fauna, and… voilà.
You lust after the wooden slabs with the steaming veggie pizza pies they’ve got in tow, following them with your eyes.
The movie brought me back physical sensations from those random and rare perfect moments (usually in spring or summer).
27 calls, a week or a day too late to be heard.
If you can’t go to China, China comes to Leipzig. @ die naTo, 9 thru 11 Feb.