Just finished my second viewing. Pure delight. A veritable treat. A loving long look at all things beautiful. An open celebration of the sometimes guilty pleasure of watching people. A story of half finished sketches, of romances unfinished and never begun and of the ineffable beauty of the fleeting human gaze. Of the tyranny of memory which sometimes drives you to mild obsessions. Of an artist, a lover, a poet in the city of Sylvia.
