Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 21 June 2018

Everyone tells me to know my place

But that ain't the way i play

So why am i daring to show my face ?

Well i've got something to say

You're Gonna Hear From Me

(Previn/Previn)

Frank Sinatra

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Elliott Erwitt

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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