How about we… pretend like we live in the 1950s, get dinner, a movie, and then a romantic, late night stroll through a park? No? Hmmm.... Well, then, the 1930s. Some moonshine and jazz at a speak-easy?
An awesome place I've visited:
Dresden. Love that city with all of my being.
My perfect Sunday:
Waking up by 8am, light breakfast, coffee, then finding a place around the city to read. Or staying at my apartment with a good book of poetry, my notebook, and espresso.
The movie I've watched the most times:
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
I am an actor, turned poet, turned fierce, turned glob-trotter.
My first concert / My dream concert:
First concert = bust. Dream concert = finding somewhere that's showing The Rite of Spring and/or a live performance of Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique. But Tschaikovsky's 1812 Overture would also work.