I’ve been watching a lot of film noir lately – Humphrey Bogart, Robert Mitchum, rain slicked streets and femme fatales. A very young (and tiny!) Marilyn Monroe in a very small part in The Asphalt Jungle from 1950… I have no idea what the connection is between that and this – I just know there is one. And it’s strong!
Theories welcomed.
Titirangi Storyteller 
I don’t know the connection. But it seems sort of film sepia rather than noir? I like it
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Thanks… I didn’t even have the urge to convert it to dramatic black and white… I might need a rest!
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Film Noir usually has a stranger who has to answer a question, solve a mystery. The key characters occupy the dark spaces in-between the bright, flashy lights of a cityscape, like the dark spaces between the colorized leaves in the photo.
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Oh I like that! I think you are onto something.
I wonder where Marilyn is hiding…
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Oooo, I love this, it’s right up my alley at the moment! Gorgeous colours, great words! Absolutely, and thanks for your words madam, I laughed out loud! I’m gingerly returning to life!
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Life is good!
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Oh thanks for this. Brought a big grin to my otherwise dour expression. Too good, and I definitely see the connection to film noir.
(Sorry that I comment in spurts. I just have lost my good rolling habits and need to get them back, but I have been writing more regularly, so one thing at a time.)
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