Candle against the wind, the weak light flickers on, casting a shadow that scares itself. A gust blows through and quiets the flame. A spire of smoke races for the clouds and a drip of wax runs down her hand. She leans down and picks up the faint glow coming from the phone.
Vicarious pleasure in my brain leads one toward a fantastic life never the same.
#thefortnightoflivingdangerously - 7 new photos added at 0000 hrs of 10 December 2013
The Fortnight of Living Dangerously continues…
Snappiest way to jump into the era is via the atmosphere of aural cues. And it's done as soon as the first brass instrument trills from the stage. Not sure if it's the affectation or really the dialogue, but when everyone's speaking in a 1920s twang the mood is set.