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Hello.
It\'s a dark night in a city without angels that knows how to keep its secrets, but on the 12th floor of the Acme Building, one private dick is still digging to find the answers to life\'s persistent questions...
Earlier, I got a call from Max down at the station wanting me to help him find a crazy, creative photographer who has it in his veins to shoot an editorial style gumshoe series. Film noir, 1940s.
You know the deal... shadowy black and white, fog and lamp posts, brick warehouses and wet alleys, tell tale reflections and layered story-telling with Bergmanesque depth of field, possibly with glances of some dame in red heels and matching lipstick.
Shortly after it all started, my previous tog went missing. In the meantime I got the rags and a puss that will scare a cat. You can have my face dirt cheap for FTP. These days my wallet may be getting thinner, but no reason why our portfolios can\'t get fatter. \'Specially, since the ladies down in casting been wanting some shots of detectives acting noir this week. Lately, my timing has been as off as the Duke in a reel by Hitchcock.
You know how to pull focus and favors, with a locale already in mind...
If need be, I can wait \'til the cows come home. Prefer not. January is just another fictitious deadline--one of those months when you can see your breath hang in the air. Just have to shoot this baby some time before I die.
Leather propped up on the desk and ready to snore, when the phone rang...
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Jessica Fastfem
Love the post, gives a great visual experienc.... love it
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