Saturday, 31 May 2014

Armin Landeck

The Way It Was

                 That's the way it was with Bummy Davis. The night Bummy fought Fritzie Zivic in the Garden and Fritzie started giving him the business and Bummy hit Zivic low maybe thirty times and kicked the referee, they wanted to hang him for it.

The Brownsville Bum
W.C Heinz

reblogged from

Friday, 30 May 2014

Last Words

                   Mother is the best bet and don't let Satan draw you too fast.

Dutch Schultz

Cherry Nose Gioe
Chicago 1954
reblogged from Ifcharlieparkerwasagunslinger

David Amblard 3

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Thieves Highway

Thieves Highway
Jules Dassin

Point of No Return

                                         I'll be around
                                         No matter how
                                         You treat me now
                                         I'll be around
                                         From now on
I'll Be Around
Frank Sinatra

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

My Dark Pages

            Dead people belong to the live people who claim them most obsessively.

James Ellroy
My Dark Places

They Told Me

                           And then they told me i could be somebody
                           If i didn't let too much get in my way
                           And i tried so hard just to be myself
                           But i keep on fading away
                           Until the lights went out, i didn't know what to do
                           If i could fool myself then maybe i'd fool you too
Pay It Back
Elvis Costello
New York 1949
Stanley Kubrick
reblogged via Noirbynight

Monday, 26 May 2014

I Stood Outside

                   It was a warm day, almost the end of March, and i stood outside the barber shop looking up at the jutting neon sign of a second floor dine and dice emporium called Florian's. A man was looking up at the sign too. He was looking up at the dusty windows with a sort of ecstatic fixity of expression, like a hunky immigrant catching his first sight of the Statue of Liberty. He was a big man but not more than six foot five inches tall and not wider than a beer truck.

Raymond Chandler
Farewell My Lovely

Stephanie Schneider
reblogged from Amyvdh

Hell is Empty - part three

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Killer Inside Me

Killer Inside Me
Michael Winterbottom

FX Toole

       It's not something he can do anything about, being a bleeder, anymore than a guy with a glass jaw can do something about not having whiskers.

F.X Toole

Raging Bull

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Fragments in Kodachrome

Sound of the Light

                                  Again the unbroken rumble of trucks and the hiss
                                  of brakes roll upward out of the avenue
                                  I forget what season they are exploding through
                                  What year the drill on the sidewalk is smashing
The Sound of the Light
W.S Merwin

Morris Engel