I finally got around to picking up the Lost In Translation soundtrack, using the HMV voucher which has been burning a hole in my wallet since my birthday. It’s just as haunting and beautiful as the film itself.
When I go to Tokyo to visit my brother later this year, I am going to put this album on my MP3 player and wander aimlessly around the streets listening to it, knowing that at any moment I am going to bump into Scarlett Johansson and that we’re going to go off and get lost and have crazy, beautiful adventures in a city we don’t know or understand.
It’s probably not a good idea to try and live your life inside movies, but sometimes I think it might be nice to just borrow a life on the other side of the screen once in a while.