Algae. So homely and yet so freakishly alien. I go through phases of photographic mania with kelp and seaweed, the sessions entailing everything from rearranging storm-tossed piles of rotting bull kelp on Aramoana Beach for three hours to obsessiveWakame ikebana in the bathtub.
I know I haven't been reviewing many fillums of late and must confess to something of a neural blockage in that respect, being locked in the struggle to review 12 Years a Slave for about eight weeks now and finding myself unable to express my thoughts on The Act of Killing at all. WTF. I know quite a few peeps are keen to see these films whilst harbouring concern about their disturbing/bummer potential and I feel you on that, so I'll make a better effort soon since one of these projects is mandatory viewing and the other not so much.
Look out for the next bit of the book, posted as per usual on Friday; it's getting good.
And a sort of hot.
Just like seaweed.