Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 18 October 2018

The torch i carry is handsome

It's worth it's heartache in ransom

And when that twilight steals

I know how the lady in the harbour feels

Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry

(Cahn/Styne)
Sarah Vaughan

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William Klein
1954

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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