Author: Tobias M. Schiel
Abstract arts lover, Jazz enthusiast, mystery buff, compulsive reader - and how do I get it all into pictures? Photography has been a good way over the last couple of years.1. .
Lovers’ Lane
My contribution for Christina’s Magic Mottos challenge:
“Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean”
Noir | the last episode
Inspired by John Adams, Larry Beinhart, Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Howard Hawks, Carl Hiaasen, Alfred Hitchcock, John Huston, Elmore Leonard, John Zorn | Headline quotes from novels by Raymond Chandler and Larry Beinhart | Thanks to all the bloggers who supported this project with their comments here and there, and at Toy Photographers | Special thanks to my wife for her patience with a husband who vanished into the dark only to reappear after hours, and for her helpful hints and questions | For the whole story, please klick the Noir link!
Strange place for a tree
“There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.”
Litfaß 29 . 2
Litfaß 29 . 1
This advertising column (“Litfaßsäule”) cried for a photograph from across the street. Since I also liked the context the above picture was excerpted from, I decided to show it, too. Do you find the part I framed in the first picture?
This week’s photo challenge is collage – how could I resist posting these pictures?
“The streets were dark with something more than night.”
Documenting documenta [locations]
Playtime!
Noir | part 11
Today, I also have the pleasure to participate in the photo challenge at Lost in Translation.
Documenting documenta [delta]
At documenta Kassel, for the Weekly Photo Challenge
“I work at it, lady. I don’t play at it.”
Transient Parthenon
At documenta Kassel, for the Weekly Photo Challenge.
“He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn’t owe too much money.”
“The subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket”
Order
“The cops don’t like me too well, but I know a couple I get along with.”
Noir | part 7
Off the record (II)
“Below was darkness and a vague far-off sea-sound.”
She
“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 everything. 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.
empire of lights 