In early January my old friends Randall Homan and Al Barna called to see if I wanted to go out for a night on the town. They have a book out, San Francisco Neon: Survivors and Lost Icons, which features their beautiful photographs of the city’s neon signs, so for them, getting out often involves supporting a business with a legacy neon sign. Continue reading →
Good news, noir aficionados: It’s raining. During our hot streak of parched winters, it took a certain panache to attend Noir City—let alone strut around town—in a trench coat. Bogie could pull it off, Continue reading →
I traveled cross-country in 2007 for a date with Lauren Bacall. We were supposed to meet in Los Angeles, where the American Cinematheque had scheduled a weekend tribute to her, an array of her films programmed around a live appearance and onstage interview. But schedules got fouled up—after the event had been publicized—so plan B called for me to jet overnight to Manhattan and record an extensive sit-down with the Grand Dame (the American spelling fits her better), to be shown in lieu of her actual appearance at the tribute.