Someone's house, Los Angeles. I feel certain that somewhere between palm trees and starlight, Marlene Dietrich is about to glide through those doors in liquid satin and pause just long enough to accept applause before vanishing into a waiting Mercedes Cabriolet.
(Photo courtesy Tom Biddison.)
December 20, 2025 at 1:52 AM
Someone's house, Los Angeles. I feel certain that somewhere between palm trees and starlight, Marlene Dietrich is about to glide through those doors in liquid satin and pause just long enough to accept applause before vanishing into a waiting Mercedes Cabriolet.
Happy 122nd to Cornell Woolrich, shadowy godfather of noir. From The Bride Wore Black to Black Angel to Black Alibi, his “black” novels evoke a world where dread seeps through every doorway and cast a spell that crime fiction never escaped. His influence still coils through the genre like smoke. 🖤
December 5, 2025 at 1:48 AM
Happy 122nd to Cornell Woolrich, shadowy godfather of noir. From The Bride Wore Black to Black Angel to Black Alibi, his “black” novels evoke a world where dread seeps through every doorway and cast a spell that crime fiction never escaped. His influence still coils through the genre like smoke. 🖤