Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Don't tell me the moon is shining ; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekov

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Andreas Feininger

Hambourg 1930

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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