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外人いっぱいフィギュアとかマンガ
掘りに来ててビックリした❗️

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マイケル・ジャクソン

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【アニー・ホール (1977年)】
この映画を見た当時、何度も通ったのは映画の内容よりダイアン・キートンのファッションの完コピ目当てでしたwダイアン・キートン自身が元々持っていたファッションセンスが、映画の衣装に大きく反映されていると知って益々彼女のファンになりました。

このスタイルは、のちに「アニー・ホール・ルック」と呼ばれ、女性の自己表現の自由やジェンダーレスファッションの先駆けとして評価され、今でも色褪せることがありません。

VOGUE、Harper's Bazaar などで「最も影響力のある映画ファッション」として取り上げられることも多い作品
2020年代以降の「ノームコア」などにも影響与えている映画ですよね

スタイリストのレイチェル・ゾーイやパトリシア・フィールドなどが、「アニー・ホールは永遠のインスピレーション」と公言。
亡くなってもファッション大好きな人の女神です!
#GRAVITY映画部 #映画 #ファッション

大好きな映画を教えてください何度でも語りたい作品ありますか
大好きな映画を教えてください何度でも語りたい作品ありますか
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なな

なな

Wandering Soul

A journey across lands, within a heart.

I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.

In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.

The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.

Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.

In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.

I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.

Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.

I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”

In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.

Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.

Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.

In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.

I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.

From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.

In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.

I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.

Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.

In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.

I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.

Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.

On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.

In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.

At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.

The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.

In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.

A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.

Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.

At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.

In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.

I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.

Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.

In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.

In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.

But fever came.
And so did silence.

I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.

In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.

Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.

In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.

What I searched for—
I never found.

Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.

But in every step,
something remained.

The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.

I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.

What was missing
was never meant
to be found—

It was meant
to be felt.

And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
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Jaipur(ジャイプール)は インド西部 Rajasthan(ラジャスタン州)にある Rajasthan を代表する街。
別名で Pink City とも呼ばれる位
赤土壁で彩られた建物が そう言わせる。

旧市街中心地に 見所がたくさんあり
写真①の Hawa Mahal (ハワ マハル)や
City Palace (シティー パレス), 様々な Bazaar
郊外にある 写真②の Amber Fort (アンベール城)
や Albert Hall (アルバート ホール博物館)など
飽きない。
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風流放浪僧

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Pushkar(プシュカル)はインド西部Rajasthan(ラジャスタン州)を代表する観光地であり巡礼地。
Pushkar Lake (プシュカル湖)を中心とした
洗練された観光都市で 周囲の Sadar Bazaar (サダル バザール)では 世界各国のバイヤーが 衣料品などを買いに来てる位 比較的お洒落な物も売られている。
湖の近郊にある山寺 Savitri Temple(サーヴィトリ 寺院)の頂上から望む Pushkar の街や景色は絶景。
近年 ロープウェイが設立され 少し興醒め
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てれさ

てれさ

bazaarってゲームがかなりおもろそうだが、日本語に対応していないため断念。ただでさえカードの効果とかあんまり読まずにプレイしてるのに英語になってたら余計読まないよ。
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