“Finally, I enter the world. A world I will never feel comfortable in, never understand, and never approve of or forgive (...) Actually, I was born on the thirtieth of November very close to midnight, and my parents pushed the date so I could start off on a day one" (Woody Allen, Apropos of Nothing).
Happy 87th birthday, dear Woody! Thanks a lot for the great dose of philosophy, existentialism, poetry, laughter and meaning in your films in this meaningless universe. You are the best! Comments are closed.
|
AuthorAntonia Tejeda Barros (Barcelona, 1975). Mother of three, daughter, sister, wife, PhD (Philosophy, UNED, Madrid, Spain, 2023, cum laude), MA (Philosophy, UNED, 2015, cum laude), Bachelor of Arts (Early Music, Recorder & Pedagogy, Koninklijk Conservatorium, The Hague, the Netherlands, 2002), and Woody Allen fan. Archives
January 2024
Categories
All
|