“She was nothing special. Every head in the bar did not turn, dazzled by her length of leg, flaunt of bosom or swing of butt. But to him she was everyihing. He emerged from anxiety like a butterfly to the sun.”
The quote is from Larry Beinhart’s, No One Rides For Free, the first of three Tony Cassella mysteries, one of my all-time favourites. The picture is part of my Noir series, though probably not part of the narrative; this is my contribution for Paula’s Thursday’s Special – this week, it’s female.
Noir | parts 4 and 5
When I posted a couple of these pictures before, they appeared in a slightly different context. Adding a new picture today obviously changes the narrative. So I feel I can live with the repetition – and I hope you don’t mind.
Tip: Clicking on the NOIR link in the header menu will take you to a page I set up to present the pictures on a darker background, which looks more ‘cinematographic’ to me. At least, it seems to highlight the scarce lights.
The whole picture is a “trace” of the past – as everybody in the know will immediately see. So here is my entry for the photo challenge at Paula’s Lost in Translation.
For the record: The makers of the Toy Photographers blog kindly invited me to contribute! I feel absolutely honoured. However, I do not link to my post directly because I think the whole blog is really worth a visit. And please do not miss the discussions in the comments sections – they are just as interesting!
Reflections in one of Hamburg’s newer subway stations – Überseequartier.