Friday 30 March 2018

The Urban Night

          For decades now Sinatra had defined the glamour of the urban night. It was both a time and a place; to inhabit the night, to be one of it's restless creatures, was a small act of defiance, a shared declaration of freedom. A refusal to play by all those conventional rules that insisted on men and women rising at seven in the morning, leaving for work at eight, and falling exhausted into bed at ten o'clock that night. Sinatra, in his music, gave voice to all those who believed that the most intense living begins at midnight ; show people, bartenders, and sporting women, gamblers, detectives and gangsters, small winners and big losers ; artists and newspapermen. If you loved someone who did not love you back you could always walk into a saloon, put your money on the bar, and listen to Sinatra.

Pete Hamill
Why Sinatra Matters

Bob Willoughby

No Matter How Much

          No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

Chuck Palahniuk

Zack Zdrale

Thursday 29 March 2018

Wednesday 28 March 2018

There's No Use

        She looked slick as hell ; polished, neat and with that feminine deadliness that can drive you nuts. They work on it until they get complete control of the situation. There's no use trying to break them down. They've made it.

Gil Brewer

Mead Schaeffer

A Losing Game

Tuesday 27 March 2018

Big Lonely City #2

Louis Faurer

Harry Callahan

Leonard Freed

Robert Frank

Vivian Maier

Ruth Orkin

Carlos Saura


John Vachon 

Monday 26 March 2018

No Greater Solitude

         Melville's solitary, taciturn men kill a lot of time in hideouts such as the spare sepia-brown room where Le Samourai opens. Light entering the darkened chamber through two symmetrical windows fans across the ceilings like beams from projectors. The eye is drawn first to a domed silver-wired birdcage, a delicate miniature prison. It takes longer to notice the man in a dark suit, stretched out on a daybed, the smoke curling up from his cigarette the only sign of life in this exquisite tableau.

Sara Imogen Smith

excerpt from
One Hundred Years of Jean Pierre Melville - No Greater Solitude
in Noircitymag


Choosing the Pain

         I wanted a drink. There were a hundred reasons why a man will want a drink, but i wanted one now for the most elementary reason of all. I didn't want to feel what i was feeling and a voice within was telling me that i needed a drink, that i couldn't bear it without it. But that voice is a liar. You can always bear the pain. It'll hurt, it'll burn like acid in an open wound. But you can stand it. And as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

Lawrence Block

Rinzi Ruiz

Sunday 25 March 2018

Every Sinner ............ 32

Le Trou

American Friend

 The Man Who Wasn't There

Dial M for Murder

 The Servant


The Killers

Red Rock West

Third Man

Year of the Dragon

The Chase (Stakeout)