Megumi Hara– Author –

Step into a world painted in absinthe green and lipstick red, a Paris flickering under new electric lights, where the rustle of a can-can dancer's petticoats mixed with the clinking of glasses and the roar of a crowd hungry for life. Thi...

There’s a certain kind of cinematic magic that transcends the screen, a lightning-in-a-bottle moment that burns itself into the cultural consciousness. It’s the kind of magic that Quentin Tarantino bottled and uncorked with explosive for...

In the year 2000, a cinematic shockwave rippled out from Japan, a story so visceral, so unflinching, it carved its name into the annals of cult cinema forever. That film was Kinji Fukasaku’s Battle Royale. The premise was terrifyingly si...

What makes a family? Is it blood, or is it the time we spend, the memories we build, the love we nurture? This is the soul-stirring question at the heart of Hirokazu Kore-eda’s 2013 masterpiece, Soshite Chichi ni Naru, or as the world kn...

There are writers whose words build worlds on the page, and then there are writers whose worlds are built from the very soil, stone, and sea of the places they called home. José Saramago, the Portuguese titan of literature and Nobel laur...

They say the land itself is a character in The Revenant, a silent, sprawling, and unforgiving protagonist that pushes Hugh Glass to the very brink of existence. It’s a canvas of brutal beauty, where frostbitten pines claw at a steel-grey...

There are films that capture a moment, and then there are films that define a generation. David Fincher’s “The Social Network” is unequivocally the latter. Released in 2010, it wasn’t just a movie; it was a cultural X-ray, dissecting the...

Some films are merely watched; others are experienced, etching themselves onto your soul with a power that transcends the screen. Roland Joffé’s 1984 masterpiece, The Killing Fields, is firmly in the latter category. It’s a harrowing, he...

There's a certain kind of warmth that some stories leave you with, a gentle hum that resonates long after the credits roll. It’s the feeling of a cozy blanket, a sweet treat, a first love blossoming in the most familiar of places. Kyoto ...

There are books that you read, and then there are books that you inhabit. They wrap around you like a wool cloak on a windswept moor, their atmosphere seeping into your very bones. For millions, the novels of Charlotte Brontë, particular...

Hello there, I'm Megumi, and from my little corner of Tokyo, I get to plan events that connect people with the vibrant pulse of Japan. But sometimes, the most profound connections aren't found in a bustling festival, but in the quiet, su...

There's a language spoken in the quiet spaces between words, in the frantic energy of a scribble, in the ghost of a line erased but not forgotten. This is the language of Cy Twombly, an artist who wrote paintings and painted poems. His c...