He wasn't Fred Astaire… Just a sailor from Cuba who worked as a bartender but dreamed to be a model. I said "Maybe I can help, do you want me to take some photos of you?" He said "Sure, I wish I had my hat though…". "Where is your hat?", I asked. He looked away with dreamy eyes and said: "I left my hat in Haiti/In some forgotten flat in Haiti/I couldn't tell you how I got there/I only know it was so hot there…" . I said "You better go get your hat" and left his bar dancing to the sweet Caribbean rhythm…
Read More"She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound", to quote Raymond Chandler...
Read MoreIf there is a “place” in the human face or body that the essence of a person cannot be fully disguised, it’s the eyes. In a world where nothing is real this is the only “detector” of truth. The eye truth recognition system... The secret is that the eyes speak straight to the heart, not to the mind. They generate an immediate, very often, bodily reaction.
Read More... She didn't know she was the kind of girl you meet in a film noir's hot summer day passing through a gas station or a general store, the kind of girl you ask for directions, or if she has seen the guy you're looking for… She didn't know she was the sunny kind of girl that fate had put in that particular spot as a last effort to make you abandon the search and go back… Because if you are a film noir hero, when you find what you're looking for, you wish you didn't… Her name was Sunday and that proved that there are no coincidences...
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