Picture the scene: you’re stretched out on the grass in Graça, a warm July breeze drifting by, popcorn in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. The screen lights up, Black Cat Cinema begins, and everything seems perfect — until you stand up, look at your knees, and see that treacherous green. The grass stain.
Breathe. You’re not the first nor the last to leave an outdoor movie session with trousers that look like an impressionist painting. And, more importantly, you don’t need to scrub as if you were ...