This was my first year attending TIFF and despite having only seen seven films, it still feels like I’m mourning the end of an era. In a way, it feels like the end of a vacation. I was physically in Toronto this entire time and yet, I had gotten to escape to different time periods and different geographies. One day, I was an aspiring filmmaker in post-World War II Arizona, the next day I was a young Korean immigrant boy growing up in 1990s Canada. The seven films allowed me to become a different person, with different (always more interesting) problems compared to my own life. I have no clue how I’m supposed to log on for work tomorrow morning, and act as if I didn’t just live seven very different lives over the span of just a few days. Because it was my first time attending the Festival, I…

My five days in New York City this past weekend have shown me a lot. One of the biggest things I’ve realized is that its energy is on a different wavelength when compared to Toronto. It makes Toronto seem boring, too timid. On our first night in the city (Friday), I remember going out for dinner and then going to Katana Kitten for late-night cocktails. I felt a different energy walking around the city that night than I normally feel walking around Toronto late at night. Maybe it was because it was a Friday night. Maybe because it was a Friday night during the long weekend. Maybe because that is just how New York simply is, be it Friday night or Monday night.   I’ve realized this weekend that there is no average in New York. There is no average rent price, no average meal price, no average income. There…

Florence is a city that I will always remember for many reasons, namely for its architecture, for its history and culture, and for its gelato. But what will live on in my memory the longest will actually be the story of Filippo Brunelleschi, the architect, designer and sculptor of the dome of the Florence Cathedral.             We were told the story of Brunelleschi while on a walking tour we had signed up for. Our tour guide was taking us from one tourist attraction to the other, and did an amazing job in adding lots of colour to what we were seeing, all in the form of stories. It can be easy to pass a building, a statue or a cathedral, snap a picture of it, and move on. Storytelling, on the other hand, can make a place or a thing come alive, and she helped us to see Florence in…

I just got back from two exhausting, but refreshing weeks in Europe. In 14 days, we boarded trains, planes, and subway cars that took us to the very best parts of  Rome, Florence, Milan, Paris, Lisbon, and Sintra. We climbed hundreds of steps to get to the top of the St. Peter’s Basilica dome, the top of the Duomo and Bell Tower in Florence, and the rooftop of the Milan Cathedral. We navigated our way through side streets and alleyways, up and down the hills in Lisbon, and across bridges that spanned the Tiber River in Rome, the Seine in Paris, and the Arno River in Florence. The trip marked my third time in Rome and yet, when I found myself standing in front of the Trevi Fountain for the first time since my last visit in 2018, it felt like I was seeing it all for the very first…

A few weeks ago, I heard that my old yoga studio back home – Modo Yoga Markham – was closing for good, driven by losses they just couldn’t recover from being shut down so long due to the pandemic. They made a teary goodbye post on Instagram, announcing that it was, in fact, the end for them. I didn’t realize how much of an emotional bond I felt to the studio until it dawned on me that I’d never get to step foot inside again.             That yoga studio served as my first introduction to the practice. To this day, I still remember the introductory class I took. I remember the stiffness of my muscles as we flowed through the sequences, and how my body refused to bend the way others so easily did. I remember the beads of sweat that formed on my body and how cathartic each guided…