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
Tuesday 27 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
A curtained black Cadillac touring car came from behind me, a car i thought had been parked down near City Hall when i took my plant here.
It curved around my coupe, slid with chainless recklessness in to the curb, skidded out again, picking up speed somehow on the wet paving.
A curtain whipped loose in the rain.
Out of the opening came pale fire-streaks. The bitter voice of a small-caliber pistol seven times.
The Continental Op