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The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of

The melancholy this time of year is inescapable, but as I begin pouring Bailey’s into my nightly hot chocolate, I begin wondering if there’s a kind of beauty to the blues. With such an inclination towards setting a certain mood, the art I ingest becomes more and more curated. I keep a pack of cigarettes on my desk that I bought in Barcelona just for the “vibe”. And I get an email from Criterion that it’s finally November Noir.

Les mer