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| Whistler had an interesting background |
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| Painting of his mistress |
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| Cicely Alexander |
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| The two fighting peacocks with the china |
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| Whistler had an interesting background |
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| Painting of his mistress |
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| Cicely Alexander |
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| The two fighting peacocks with the china |
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| Matsura (right) with a local in Okanogan County |
Frank (Sakae) Matsura, was the son of a Samurai in Hirado, Japan, but by the time he was growing up, feudalism was in decline. In 1901 he left this deteriorating aristocratic lifestyle and got on a ship to Washington State.
Our Mr. Matsura opens with present-day locals pointing out their relatives in the photographs they have that were taken by the Japanese photographer.
But who was he? The documentary tries to piece him together in the film.
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| Matsura wasn't shy in front of the camera |
Interestingly he was the only Japanese in Okanogan County, and because he spoke good English and was well-dressed, the locals took to him quickly. He took lots of photographs of them, some in their regular clothes, others dressed up, or of the scenery of the area, which are wonderful evidence of what the place was like in the early 20th century.
There are also many photographs Matsura took of himself and with others; in some of them he pokes fun of himself, showing his easy going humour. He was far from reserved and shy.
But it was sad to discover that he died of tuberculosis at the age of 39, though his funeral had a massive turnout of mourners.
Director Beth Harrington who also wrote and produced the documentary creates an interesting portrait of Matsura, gathering as much information as she could about him from Japan and Okanogan County.
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| He also took pictures of Indigenous people |
"A Japanese immigrant alone in a region hundreds of miles from the nearest compatriot, forming deep connections with people of different backgrounds," Harrington says.
"One can't help but admire the combination of emotional intelligence, empathy, humour, and inner resilience it took to navigate the complex landscape of the Pacific Northwest during a time of great change."
She also says his photographs do not show stereotypes, but individual personalities; Matsura respected people for who they were.
"In Matsura's photographs, we encounter his humanity, the humanity of others depicted who may not be 'like' us, and we also feel our own humanity rise in a kind of sympathetic vibration," Harrington says. "That depth, that joy, that connection form a bridge."
Directed by Beth Harrington
97 minutes
Last weekend I watched Coyote vs. Acme, an animation and live action film about Wile E. Coyote who sues Acme Corporation for selling him faulty products.
It was a fun movie, interesting premise to keep the adults interested.
Then this morning on my social media feed, I saw there were tributes to a voice actor called Eric Bauza, who was the voice of Looney Tunes -- Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Tweety, Foghorn Leghorn... and it was he voicing those characters in Coyote vs Acme.
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| One of his last films was Coyote vs. Acme |
Bauza, a Filipino-Canadian, died October 25 in Los Angeles of hypertensive heart disease. He was 46 years old.
When he was a child in Scarborough, Ontario, he would imitate the voice of the Looney Tunes characters and later when he was in high school he would do the announcements in voices from The Simpsons. He also drew cartoons and became an accomplished artist.
He went to Los Angeles and worked for Warner Bros. for 15 years with over 400 voice credits, and also won the first ever Children's and Family Emmy Award for Outstanding Voice Performance in an Animated Program for Looney Toons Cartoons.
Bugs Bunny and the Looney Tunes gang weren't the only cartoons Bauza worked on. He also did voicing for Ren & Stimpy, The Fairly OddParents, Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island, Dick Figures, and Breadwinners among others.
The animation world paid tribute to Bauza.
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| Bauza loved watching cartoons as a child |
Warner Bros. Television Group and U.S. Networks Chairman Channing Dungey said in a statement that Bauza was a "unique voice talent who brought joy and laughter to millions around the world."
"In addition to his incredible talent, Eric was a treasured part of our animation family. Our hearts go out to his loved ones," Dungey continued.
Bauza was also good friends with Steve Gaskin, and together they started Retrokid, a line of nostalgic clothing and merchandise inspired by childhood television shows.
"In 2019, Eric and I started Retrokid in my garage," wrote Gaskin on Instagram. "What started out as just a silly idea became something much bigger than either of us anticipated. We both poured everything into it while still trying to find time for our kids, our family's, and our regular jobs.
"Eric was in LA and had already broken through many ceilings as a voice-actor. His commitment to his craft, dedication to honouring past, present, and future icons, and unrelenting drive to perfect every voice and impression; made him an unstoppable force. Yet, he remained humble, kind, generous, and always put everyone else's needs before his own."
What a big loss for the animation community and his friends and family.
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| The audience seeing musicians up close in the orchestra |
Nous, L'orchestre De Paris (2026)
When the audience sits down to listen to an orchestra, they see lots of musicians in black on the stage, but as a collective they produce amazing music under the guidance of the conductor; people may not know or appreciate the individual players and their motivations for performing in an orchestra.
The documentary, Nous, L'orchestre De Paris by director Philippe Beziat gives viewers an idea of what it's like, sitting from their point of view on the stage, and a bit of their backstory of how they became one of the 120 members of the Orchestre de Paris.
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| Makela leads the orchestra in a rehearsal |
They listen intently, and as musicians they can hear details many of us don't hear, or they praise their fellow colleagues. One remarks, "Eighteen violinists make the same gesture in a fraction of a second. That really impresses me."
However, early in the documentary, the audience doesn't hear their voices, and instead their answers or comments are transcribed on screen, which was kind of frustrating; only later on we can hear their own voices.
But then there are other comments that are just written in English on the screen, like "being in an orchestra is like being in a forced marriage" -- it wouldn't be fair to attribute that to any particular person because they were truthful observations that he or she said.
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| Some consider the 30-year-old a prodigy |
One scene early on shows guest conductor Elim Chan rehearsing and then performing with the orchestra. She describes that it can be tough parachuting in to work with the orchestra, but in the end we see it's a job and everyone gets on with it. It was cool to see Hong Kong-born Chan in the film, and she is now the music director at the San Francisco Symphony.
In a way the musicians are part of a family, spending a lot of time together. Some break off into small groups to do chamber music, or even jazz. But the most interesting part is the musicians explaining where they sit, who sits next to them, and how not only do we see their point of view, but also hear it too, instead of from the audience's side.
We also get to see the modern concert hall up close, the Philharmonie de Paris, in the outskirts of Paris. Director Beziat is no stranger to making films about classical music and opera. Perhaps Nous, L'orchestre De Paris satisfies his own curiosity of what it's like to be part of a powerful musical collective and gives the audience a greater appreciation for these musicians.
Directed by Philippe Beziat
90 minutes
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| The documentary focused on this school |
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| The students are hardworking a funny |
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| Workman (centre) and Kim (right) at the Q&A |
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| Lin Juan is played by Cao Ruofan |
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| Li Gengxi is the older Ruan in the film |
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| This is Zou's debut film |
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| Babies are a scarce resource in Hong Kong |
A quick news flash from Hong Kong that isn't good for the city's future.
It is well-known the birthrate is low, but the latest figures are definitely concerning.
There were only 2,376 births in August, the lowest total for an August since monthly records began, and 112 fewer than last year.
This means Hong Kong is expected to have 28,818 births for 2026, the first time below 30,000 since World War II.
That was when the Japanese occupied Hong Kong from December 1941-August 1945 (three years and eight months). During that period the Japanese colonisers routinely executed Chinese residents, took over and controlled the police, hyperinflation led to financial hardships for locals, and there was a shortage of fuel and food.
For comparison, only 10 years ago (2016), there were 60,856 births in Hong Kong...
What further measures will the Hong Kong government take to boost the birthrate? Does it even care?
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| Hu's first-person account as a courier |
I lived in Beijing just before the appearance of smartphones, WeChat and T-Mall, which resulted in the explosion of Chinese people buying clothes and food online and having them delivered to their homes and offices.
Practically overnight people's lives changed -- there was no need to go to the store or restaurant in person, someone did this for you, saving lots of time and effort.
But for those people providing that service, the delivery workers, it was and still is hard work.
We never knew what that experience was like, until Hu Anyan, a budding writer, published his first-hand accounts during the Covid lockdowns.
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| He worked a string of several low-paying jobs |
Hu is not a particularly ambitious person, but likes to do his job well, whatever it may be. He writes mostly about what it's like to be a delivery driver on a trike, and earning less than 2 yuan per package is hard to fathom, considering he had to pick up the parcels from a central warehouse, go to the addresses, go up elevators or stairs to deliver the packages or contact the people to collect them.
That's a lot of work.
And if the items in the package are damaged or spoiled, he has to compensate out of his own pocket. These drivers also have the stress of people complaining their packages haven't arrived, as well as worrying about getting into an accident on the road.
Readers can't help but sympathise for Hu, and then there is the additional issue of having to deal with his colleagues and managers, many of whom are not collegial or professional, which he recounts in various incidents.
We first meet Hu working in a logistics depot sorting items, re-packing them, and then putting address labels on them. He thinks he can earn more money by working the night shift, but it's physically demanding and also difficult for the body to adjust.
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| Delivering parcels is a tedious task for low wages |
Later in the book he describes working at a convenience store, a bicycle shop, magazine and comic book publishers, and even trying to start his own business selling knock-off trendy clothes and a snack shop.
Hu also works in different cities, from Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, to Foshan, Nanning, Dali, and Xiaguan, and even flies to Hanoi, Vietnam to see if he can be an entrepreneur there.
All these jobs with meagre salaries in different cities shows Hu's attempts to try to keep his living costs low, but then salaries are lower in the smaller municipalities; it's a no-win situation when working in a gig economy.
He also bounces from job to job every six months or a year, probably because he realises he won't be making much more money, or feels he should be doing something else.
Interestingly he says his parents don't push him to work harder or get better jobs, and he does move back with them for a few years. The jobs have also taken a toll on Hu's mental health, making him lose interest in interacting with people, isolating himself.
It seems that writing has helped him understand his experiences better and how they have shaped him as a person.
There are millions of people doing these jobs for very little pay in China. Is it any wonder they don't make enough money to buy an apartment, let alone save enough to have any safety net? It's a side of China that is rarely talked about, but exists, according to Hu.
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| Tensions between Bee Hwa and Junyang |
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| Seven Golden Horse nods |
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| The family lives on a farm in France |
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| Christophe is keen to drive the tractor |
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| A scene shows Farruquito's brilliance as a dancer (centre) |
| Our tour ended at The Pantheon, where martyrs are buried |
| A quiet neighbourhood where activists met |
| Danton was known for his rousing speeches |
| Le Refectoire des Cordeliers |
| Franklin and Robespierre met here |
| My dark chocolate and raspberry gelato cone |
We didn't see many gelato shops in Paris, but we managed to find one place that had a queue forming outside, which is a good sign.
Another good sign was that the gelato flavours were in sunken tubs covered by metal lids to protect them from light, air and temperature changes.
The shops that have gelato piled up high reveal they use chemical stabilisers to be able to stand up, as good gelato is soft.
So the gelato shop we found is called La Crema par Roberta Costa, near the Pantheon.
As we waited in line (and light showers started to sprinkle), we tried to find out what the flavours were and decide what to have.
Luckily the line went quickly and soon enough we found ourselves inside in front of the staff member ready to scoop gelato for us.
I settled on raspberry and dark chocolate (6 euros for two flavours), and he used a flat ladle to scoop out the gelato -- not round like most places. Then he asked if I wanted whipped cream, to which I said no, and then he put a small edible spoon on top of the cone.
This combination of dark chocolate and raspberry worked well, though I wished he had given me two scoops of the raspberry instead of chocolate, which was quite rich. My cousin got a scoop of hazelnut and it was very creamy, while mango sorbet was bright and refreshing.
By the time we came out of the gelato shop to eat our sweet treats, the rain had stopped and we savoured every bite in front of the store as a steady stream of customers continued flowing in and out.
19 Rue Sufflot
75005 Paris 5
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| We satisfied our hunger pangs here with dan dan noodles |
When we were in Paris we mostly at Asian food, like ramen, soup noodles and dumplings, because those eateries were either still open after the lunch rush, or they happened to be located near where we were, or were good value.
If the place offered Chinese food, they usually had a storefront window where people could see the various dishes laid out like a mini Panda Express to be scooped into takeaway boxes, which was how many non-Chinese ate the food.
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| The funky mural drew us into the eatery |
After our walking tour around the Latin Quarter, we came upon a Chinese restaurant that had a funky interior inside. Called Tran Tran Zai, one of the walls had a mural with mahjong tiles, bowls of noodles, chili peppers and dumplings, while the ceiling had paper umbrellas hanging upside down.
The small eatery was packed with people, mostly students as it was located near some universities.
We ordered some pork dumplings that were quite large, arranged in a circle with coriander leaves in the middle and sprinkled with sesame seeds. It was definitely hearty and the wrappers were surprisingly thin.
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| Pork dumplings enveloped in thin wrappers |
We were also surprised to discover our food was prepared by African immigrants! They seemed very experienced, while the boss was a Chinese guy, and the waitress seemed to be working on her first day in kitten heels navigating her way around the dining space.
Later on I discovered there isn't just one Tran Tran Zai, but five spread around the French capital. The food is pretty good, fills you up and definitely a step up from those takeaway shops.
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| Dan dan noodles with mild spice level |
3 Rue de l'Ecole Polytechnique
75005 Paris
| Notre Dame was cleaned as it was restored |
| The cathedral was crawling with tourists |
| The rose windows were undamaged |
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| Chef Kim of Five Sails missed out on a star |
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| Contemporary Indian dishes at Kavita |
| Sculptures displayed at Musee d'Orsay |
| Monet's Poppies or The Promenade |
| The Starry Night by Van Gogh |
| Caillebotte's The Floor Scrapers |
| Polar Bear by Pompon |
| The Chinese Man, Chung Atai |
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