A mini jubilee today as this is my 10th post! Keep reading – I will keep writing.
As Europe was watching Eurovision, I attended Merchants of Bollywood, an Indian dance extravaganza at Peacock Theatre. Expecting traditional Indian love stories, colourful costumes and inspiring dances, I was left disappointed with sparkly dresses, cheap sets and cheesy tunes. It felt like sitting through the agony of Eurovision when only 2-3 numbers out of whole evening were worth watching. Call me a snob, but most West End 'shows' are for people going to toilets in the middle of the performance, loudly rustling through their overpriced sweet treats and laughing at the lamest jokes. Yes, they all were at the Merchants of Bollywood.
Also this week I watched elegant and erotic Water Drops on Burning Rocks by my favourite French director F. Ozon. I think Tom Ford got lots of ideas for his début from this film.
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