Summer love between minimalism and minimalism

Summer love between minimalism and minimalism

Summer in Sangria

After watching this movie, I kind of want to share my body and mind with you.

Sangaile is going through a painful and inexplicable adolescence. There is only one bed in her room. She wants to learn to fly a performance plane, but she doesn't have the courage. Oster, a coffee shop assistant as big as S, has a colorful bedroom with a colorful chair on the ceiling. She wants to be a photographer. She can make her own clothes.

S soon became the muse of A, and they took many great photos together. In the process of getting along with A, S also walked out of the haze and began to slowly try to fly.

There are several clips that I think are absolutely wonderful.

In order to feel S's pain, A drew a line on his stomach with scissors. The summer afternoon sun shines on a string of glass ornaments through the red linen curtain on the window of bedroom A, and the red light reflected by broken glass shines on their naked bodies. S kissed the wound on the left side of A's stomach, and he was short of breath and had a wonderful experience. The people who watched the movie with me said that they were playing a very new medium and small size.

S sat on the plane and stared at the sky. The next second, the camera cuts to the lake. Sink into the bottom of the lake or fly into the sky?

Throughout the film, 17 and 17 are the winning numbers, and 17 is the 17 scar on S's arm. When you count to 17, you are no longer stupid.

Bonfires, dark nights, alcohol, the roar of airplanes, from spiritual exploration to flesh, green converse, playing with water, infatuation with dead things, nematodes, whoa in rice fields, cherries on cakes, and blades covered with fake blood on the bathroom floor. . .