January is almost gone. Noir City is done. And The Voice of Noir has left the building.
Yeah, the windows of the Sam Spade apartment in 891 Post will be dark again as you gumshoe past in the night, after Bill’s brief return during his Noir City MC duties. For a few days, anyway, it was like the old days, lights blazing until the early hours.
My favorite image from this recent stay appears above, as Bill brought back his trademark noir towel and muscled it onto the bar with the white towels which Hammett insisted on. (And someone added a shower curtain since the last time I took a gander at the Spade bathtub.)
B&W. Maybe even a tad chiaroscuro. Like those movies that flickered on the big screen.