Saturday, 31 August 2013
Friday, 30 August 2013
You know the vibe deep in your bones. It's late at night, too late for anything good to happen. Rain is falling slow and steady, like a heart on life support. Tired and bleary eyes stare out the windshield at the empty drowned streets of 3am, hoping against hope to catch sight of a lone figure in a black dress hovering beneath an awning, perhaps smoking a cigarette. Waiting, always waiting, hoping against hope for one lousy break in a too-long night stuck between perdition and damnation.
They Lived by Night
Thursday, 29 August 2013
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
LIFE magazine 1921
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
The Paranoid is never entirely mistaken.
Montgomery Clift as Freud
in John Huston's Freud
David Cronenberg on set with Viggo
Mortensen as Freud in A Dangerous Method
Anyway this famous author said that men living in big cities were like rocks in a leather bag. They're all rubbed up against each other until they're like smooth marbles. If they stay in the bag long enough, there'll be no rough edges left, is the idea.
Arthur Spiegel 1939
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
In the moment of shock there is little pain ; pain began about three a.m. When i began to plan the life i somehow still had to live and to remember memories in order to eliminate them. Happy memories are the worst and i tried to remember the unhappy. I was practised, i had lived all this before.
The Quiet American
reblogged from Burnedshoes