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Babies, JFK, and Noir

Sitting in the Jet Blue Terminal at JFK airport, the seductive mid-eighties croon of Foreigner wanting to know what love is surreptitiously filling the air, I realize that airports and children are not that compatible. Not that I am stating some repressed loathing of parents – I have some myself – but judging from their…

Breaking Down Berlin Noir

Ever since watching one of my fave movies of all time, Cabaret, and reading all things Sally Bowles in Christopher Isherwood’s The Berlin Stories, I have been fascinated with the anything goes attitude of Berlin in the 1920’s and 1930’s under the Weimar Republic. The grittiness, underground but ubiquitous clubs that catered to the so-called…