The terrible thing about having New York go stale on you is that there's nowhere else. It's the top of the world.
John Dos Passos
Wednesday, 30 September 2015
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Hiding Place
Happiness is the greatest hiding place for despair.
Soren Kierkegaard
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Phillipe Potier
1947
Like Flushed Prey
The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered it's limits. Under the filling-station sheds swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed, the depot dark.
Edward Anderson
Thieves Like Us
1937
Monday, 28 September 2015
Heard It All
I hear the neighbours talkin'
Bout you and me
I guess i heard it all
Cause the talk is loud
And the walls are much too thin
I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore
(R Newman)
Dusty Springfield
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Robert Doisneau 1951
Cry of Noir ......... 5
The Killing
Memento
In a Lonely Place
Laura
Vertigo
Sunset Boulevard
Spellbound
Le Samourai
Macbeth
Taxi Driver
Mildred Pierce
Pickup on Noon Street
Postman Always Rings Twice
Sweet Smell of Success
Shadow of a Doubt
Drive
Cape Fear
Sunday, 27 September 2015
Criss Cross
............ The dizzy feeling passed. A street car hammered past, nearly empty. A newsboy on the corner kept hollering race finals in the same tone of voice, as if he didn't even hope anyone would ever buy a paper from him. There was a crowd of young punks around a lamp post up the street from the lunchroom. While i looked at them one of the kids pushed another fellow a couple of steps backward, and they laughed.
Criss Cross
Don Tracy
1934
Saturday, 26 September 2015
His Blank Face
The Springs,the Summers and the Autumns slowly pass
And when old winter puts his blank face to the glass
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight
And build me stately palaces by candlelight
Charles Baudelaire
Martin Lewis
Welders at night
1937
