Saturday, 31 March 2018
Friday, 30 March 2018
Why Sinatra Matters
Thursday, 29 March 2018
Wednesday, 28 March 2018
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.
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Monday, 26 March 2018
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
One Hundred Years of Jean Pierre Melville - No Greater Solitude
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.