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symphonic-scream · 7 months

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Okay. Random thoughts and notes from Lovers Naoto au! I'll just lay out the team roles here again for clarity as this post goes on.

Wildcard - Kanji

Magician - Rise

Star - Teddie. Still

Chariot - Yu

Priestess - Yosuke

Emperor - Yukiko

Lovers - Naoto

Fortune - Chie

Alright. Time to just. Lay a bunch of them out! Putting a cut here cause it'll probably end up long, don't wanna clog any tags with Long Post :)

So the idol group Naoto's in, Royale, they're all pretty close. Naoto, Prince, and the member called Knight were the first two chosen for the group at age 12, with the last being the member Dame at 13. They're all the same age, Naoto being the oldest by like. A week, and Princess pouts about it all the time

They have assigned colours! Naoto, Prince, is Blue. Knight is Yellow. Princess is Pink. Queen is Purple. And Dame is Red. They're like, the rising group at this time and, it's causing stress for poor Naoto

The girls call him Naonao, but not Knight. She only calls him Naoto, they're the closest of the group. She's always been his number 1 supporter, and. They're in the same boat, kinda. She's, very gay. Having to pretend to be into Prince, is hard

Queen's changing room is the one that they find the camera in. That's what sparks Naoto into having his breakdown that forces their rest period. Idiot was pushing himself

When Naoto renegotiates his contract, the agency reluctantly agree to stop forcing him to keep his T doses cut in half, to keep his face pretty and shit. And, surgery dates. And, when he returns after his recovery from top in Inaba at age 17, the agency. Realize they can actually use this

He's got very minimal scars, and it's rather easy for them to cover them for music videos and shows. So, they have a party themed album. Night life theming or something. All that matters is they're covered in glow paint handprints, and Naoto is in a mesh shirt

Rise. Buys that poster immediately. Hangs it in her room and longingly stares at Naoto. Maybe she has a cardboard standee of him that she talks to like a therapist. Very "oh Ariana, we're in it now" energy. Except that's her boyfriend

AND FHE RECOVERY. I HAVE MANY CUTE IDEAS

Naoto gets it done in Okina, so the gang is there to have a boobless and high Naoto handed over to them by the idol girls. He's. Very giggly. Slurring his words as he talks at length about Neo Featherman on the drive back in a van borrowed from Junes

Rise and Kanji stay to help him heal. Kanji is there for just a few days to carry the drowsy Naoto around, and. Rise stays the whole time and longer. She missed him. Also, someone needs to make sure he doesn't overwork himself again

He's real sweet the whole time, cuddling and smiling all gooey at her. He missed her! And he feels a lot better now. Back feels better, he can breathe better, he feels, more himself. He's glad he got a whole month to recover with Rise

Naoto with. Face scruff. None under his nose, but. His chin gets real scruffy before he notices. And man, Rise loves it. His fans don't get to see him in the morning when he's unshaven, that tickly blue scruff on his chin as he shuffles around the kitchen making breakfast. That's for her eyes only

For the final Royale shoot, right as theyre going to all retire at age 20-21, their agency ends up doing a whole special photo book and magazine. A special farewell to the group, as it were

There's a few pages for a beach spread of course. The girls in, revealing suits. And Naoto, both surgeries over with and healed, is handed some flattering shorts

He feels good. They make him shave all over so he's. Smooth. But, he mentally notes to get the IT together for another beach trip again

...Rise also buys these

Now. Back to their first meeting

Rise: H-HELLO IM RISE AND I LIKE YOU A NORMAL AMOUNT

Naoto: ...uhm. hi? Could you step aside? I have to run an errand for my grandfather and. You're standing in my way

Rise: ...*oh my god I got in his way I'm going to die.* hahaha sorry!

Naoto: ...now you know what I'm truly like... I'm sorry you had to see that,

Rise: we all have our things we hide,, it may change some things about the way I see you, but, overall, I think I'm still your number one fan. Both as Prince, and, as Naoto

Naoto: ...*fierce blushing*

Rise likes to pinch at his cheeks. He's still got a little of the Roundness that first year, and, she loves how flustered he gets when she just. Does something so simple

She starts taking photos of their friends making fake angry faces and adds the caption "are you binding safely"

He finds them. Somewhat amusing. But also the one of Kanji is. A little scary

Naoto's bedroom starts off real plain. The one in Inaba. To the point where when the team goes there to get clues, there's. Nothing. But slowly, as his break progresses, he gets more little decorations

So when he goes to stay during his recovery, it feels a little like coming home

Princess: I think your little girlfriend hates me

Prince: hi this is Rise!! And yes I do <3

Prince: SORRY SHE TOOK MY PHONE

Princess: lmao I like her!! Don't mess this up

Dame: if you don't marry that girl I will

Prince: WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM

Dame: she's cute, and remember, we have the same type, mister. Treat her right or I'll make her *my* lady

Prince: I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF HURTING HER

Knight: buddy she's teasing you

Prince: ...

Dame: HAHA

Queen: leave him alone he's gone through enough this year

Princess: lmaooo I bet he's bright red! Cherry flavoured Naonao!

Dudes who like Royale: man that Prince is lucky, being surrounded by those four pretty girls all the time

Naoto: I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot

The big thing that doesn't change is that Rise still stares at the fire alarm every damn day

Kanji and Rise doing each other's nails, Naoto hugging Rise from behind and rambling about Phoenix Ranger or something

Kanji: they really don't take advantage of your collarbones dude! Tell your stylist they need to highlight them more, you've got manly ass collarbones

Naoto: ...thanks, I think

Kanji: yo, do you two wanna have a first years sleepover?

Rise: ooh! That sounds like so much fun!

Naoto: I mean, I don't see why not,

Kanji snoring on his bed with Naoto and Rise passed out on the futon, some romcom still blasting on the TV

Rise: Naokun and I will help you find a boyfriend!

Naoto: we will?

Kanji: you will?

Rise: yup!! A manly man, someone perfect for you!!

They do not succeed.

Naoto: what about Yu?

Rise and Kanji: he's gay for Yosuke

Naoto: ...is. Yosuke not straight?

Rise and Kanji: he isn't. Hadn't figured it out yet

Naoto: ah

Naoto: sorry, Kanji

Rise: yeah,, we're sorry,,

Kanji: dudes, I knew this would be the result. Thanks for trying. You're my best friends

Naoto: HELLO. I NEED YOUR HELP

Kanji: wassup little dude

Naoto: I PLAN TO PROPOSE TO RISE WHEN MY CONTRACT EXPIRES NEXT MONTH. COULD YOU BRING HER TO KYOTO FOR A BESTIES TRIP?

Kanji: wait why are you in Kyoto

Naoto: AGENCY MOVED

Kanji: hell yeah man true love

Kanji sobs the whole time. And at the wedding. He just loves their love okay?

Kanji: congrats on the dick surgery man.

Like. Maybe a week into bottom recovery for Naoto and-

Naoto: thanks,

Kanji: I brought over my Play Station so we can game in your room. I bought Phoenix Featherman Arena too, it was supposed to be your birthday gift but I suppose it works as Penis Gift

Naoto: if I wasn't straight for Rise I'd kiss you

Kanji: ...I'm good without a kiss man

Rise sits behind Naoto and massages his scalp as the boys play. She. Tried for a bit, but she isn't too good

She prefers to dote on her boy

Rise: med time!

Naoto: noo, they make me sleepy,

Kanji: it's cool man we can play tomorrow!

Rise: we'll both be with you, all night

Naoto's soft snores, Kanji sounding like a fucking. Chainsaw level of snoring. And Rise occasionally humming softly

Naoto: ...babe why is there a poster of me from the party album on the ceiling in your room

Rise: you looked really good

Naoto: ...please take it down while I'm here

Rise: fine,

Remember, this is Navi Naoto

Naoto: Rise, you're low on health! Make sure to get some healing!

Yosuke: HEY IM LOW ON HEALTH TOO

Naoto: ...when did I ask?

Yu: if I had a healing move I'd heal you Yosuke

Yosuke: thanks bro

Rise: apologize to Naokun and I'll heal you too, Yosuke

Yosuke: WHAT

Yosuke is surrounded by queer people.

Cause. Kanji is very gay, Rise is bi, Naoto is bi and trans, Yu is gay, Yukiko and Chie are both gay-

Yosuke: I'm the only straight one...

Yu: ...we just made out. You're not that straight

Yosuke: we're wearing socks, it's not gay

Yosuke getting saved by the fucking. Rainbow parade that is the starting trio in this au

Rise rejoining Naoto at the like entrance TV set every time with a big leaping hug

"you did good,"

"Thank you!! It's cause our Navi always has my back~"

Yosuke: I hate them

Yu: ...you did wonderful

Yosuke: I wish Rise jumped at me like that-

Yu:

Ten seconds later they all hear Yosuke shout in pain cause. Yu jumped on him

Naoto: ...ignoring them-

He's cut off by a kiss

Rise: sorry!! You're just, too cute with those glasses,

Rise always wears flats. Especially since it makes her just short enought that with Naoto's platforms she can be under his arm

They're awful during the ski trip. Naoto and Rise. Always trying to sneak kisses but they're not sneaky at all

Yosuke: guys. Where are Rise and Naoto

Chie: probably making out

Yukiko: probably

Yu: they bought hot chocolate, I saw Naoto in line there

Kanji: they're probably making out yeah

Yosuke: damn, I'm so jealous of Naoto!

Yu: ...

Yu: we were making out the other day. Your hand was in my pants

Yosuke: yeah, the back. That's not gay man!

Chie: okay, let's bet. How far until Yosuke admits its gay? I'll say. Pants off, both sides

Yukiko: hm, hand in underwear

Kanji: both butt naked

Yu: ...full on. Actual gay sex.

Chie: ...dude,

Yu: ...why do I love him

They're not usually the couple to make out constantly. Typically it's, sweet kisses. Spending hours together, Rise napping while Naoto watches Featherman. But. They do occasionally get carried away. It happens more as Naoto gets his T increased. But that first year? They're not too much

Rise: *giggling* your hair is so soft, I could play with it for hours,,

Naoto: sjfjfufhfj,

Rise: awe!! You're all blushy,, gosh, now I *have* to kiss you

He just. One hand in her back pocket, the other, palm flat on her back, fingers just under the hem of the comfy T-shirt she stole from him

Rise trails her kisses up towards his ear, sucking a quick mark right under it, where she knows Naoto's weak. He's a puddle on the couch, and she can kiss down to those Very Nice collarbones before he'll recover enough to pull her back in for some proper kisses

Naoto: I wanna, flip

Rise: go for it, big guy~

Naoto: its a thin couch, babe. I. Both of us need to work this out

Rise: ...oh, right

They awkwardly shuffle, until it's Rise lying back on the couch

Naoto: ...did you leave a hickey on me again?

Rise: *giggling* maybe~

Naoto: grandfather is going to so kill me...

Rise: well, as pay back, you can give me some?

Naoto: what do you mean some? Is there more than one? Rise-

She quickly pulls him down for another long kiss

After his bottom surgery, the rest of Royale just drive him right to his place in Inaba where he has three months off to heal and be with his friends. It went a little rough this time, he reacted weird to the anesthesia and his legs are. Wonky for a bit

Naoto post surgery just talks the other idols' ears off about how he can't wait to see Rise again

Knight: Im driving so someone else please LIGHTLY poke at his side for me

Dame: DIBS

Knight: anyone but Dame.

Naoto: I mish her so much,,,, wanna. Kiss her, and snuggle, and, maybe take her shirt off-

Princess: oh my god I'm going to do it. I'll tape his fucking mouth shut-

Queen: I'll be giving your recovery care package to that Kanji boy, right?

Naoto: mmmmmyewh,,, him. Him and, and my Rise are gonna watch over me,,,, *little giggle* I'm gonna get to see Rise again!!

Knight: yeah. Give it to the big guy. I think Ms Rise is gonna be a bit occupied with this one

The van isn't even parked and Rise is running up to open the back door

"NAOKUN!!"

"RISSSSSSSSE,"

She gives him a tender smooch, ruffles his hair

"hey, Handsome. You're looking so good!"

"Youre soooo pretty,,,,"

Knight: where's Kanji? We were told he would help get Naoto inside

Rise: KANJI! THEYRE HERE

Kanji comes out in a little pink apron with kitties on it, ready to carefully carry Naoto up to his room: sorry, I was making him his favourite ramen

Naoto: KANJIIIIIIIIII!

Kanji: hey little man, feeling okay?

Naoto: I got. Dick. I'm, great,

Kanji carries him up all slow and gentle, Rise with his blue duffle over her shoulder, getting hugs from the rest of Royale. They've come to adore her through Naoto. The photos, the way his face would always light up at her texts,,

The others come by to visit Naoto who. Has been coming down from the pain meds and is less than happy his friends are around while he's stuck lounging in bed in just his boxers

Naoto: I wish I could put pants on

Rise: I don't

Yosuke: BLECH, WAIT FOR US TO LEAVE, DAMNIT!

Yu: ignore him. We're happy you're feeling more like yourself, Naoto

Naoto: I'll feel better once I'm healed. Looking down and seeing. Unhealed surgery results. Can be horrifying

Rise: the first time he got up to piss in the night on his own he screamed and fell over

Kanji: Yeah I thought he was being attacked so I grabbed the chair

Naoto: it was very embarrassing

Kanji: okay, you're healed enough for a bath. You've got three options: you bathe alone, you have one with me, or one with Rise. Either way, I have to help you into the bath

Naoto: ...no offense, but. Kanji. Why would I choose to bathe with you over my girlfriend?

Kanji: we're bros

Naoto: I'll share with Rise, thanks. But. I'll have a towel around my waist until I'm in the water. I'm sure Rise can help me to get that resorted afterwards

Kanji: whatever you say man. I'm game to keep my eyes closed

Naoto: do not handle me with your eyes closed. Please.

Rise: I'll be there to help guide him though!

Rise slips into the tub behind Naoto, helps him remove the little waist towel, and then they're just. Relaxing in a warm bath

Rise: I have to sponge you down, but. I think we'd both prefer some skin time first

Naoto: mm. I've missed you so much,

Rise: I know. But, this is your last year. After that, we can do whatever! I can move to Tokyo with you if you want to continue being an idol, or you can move here with me, and we'll take over the tofu shop, or do our own thing

Naoto: I love you more than I. Ever imagined I'd ever love someone. You're truly special, Rise

She presses little kisses along his shoulders, hands tangled with his under the water

Rise: I understand, cause I feel the same about you!!

Naoto: this is gonna be the best three months ever ...

Rise: mm~ you just worry about healing, mister. Then we won't have to rely on Kanji to carry you around like a little doll

Naoto: yeah that's. Embarrassing.

Kanji: LET ME KNOW WHEN I NEED TO LIFT THE BOY

Naoto: I'm 19,,, I'm a man, right Rise?

Rise: ...hm? Yeah, yes of course, you're my man too.

Naoto: ... are you thinking about the scruff?

Rise: I MISS YOUR SCRUFF PLEASE DONT SHAVE WHILE YOURE ON BREAK

Rise tracing on the light hairs on his chest, smiling as she trails down to the patch growing just under his belly button

Naoto: uhm. Babe?

Rise: sorry, got distracted. Do you need something?

Naoto: ...please move your hand. *Please*.

Rise: ...OH IM SORRY

Kanji: hey I made cookies!

Kanji: ...why are you both blushing like that

THERES MORE SO MUCH MORE BUT. I WORRY ABOJT THIS BEING TOO LONG SO. YEAB

AK ME ABOUT THIS AU I LOVE IT SO MUCH

#lovers naoto au #naoto shirogane #rise kujikawa #naorise #long post #kanji tatsumi #yosuke hanamura #yu narukami

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girlflapper · 11 months

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RIEGER, Paul. Die Dame der Herr, Zeitschrift für Eleganz ist erschienen, 1925. by Halloween HJB

"The Lady of the Gentleman, The Magazine of Elegance is in print"

#illustration #fashion #1920s photography #advertising

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ASK EDDIE - July 20 2023

In case you missed Thursday’s Facebook stream of ASK EDDIE.

FNF prez Eddie Muller responds to film noir fan questions fielded by the Foundation's Director of Communications Anne Hockens. In this episode, we discuss “Pier 23” and its connection to the radio program “Pat Novack for Hire”, staircases in noir, “Quiet Please, Murder”, “Desire Me”, “Stolen Face”, familial noir, the noir credentials of “Sin City”, and more. Eddie weighs in on what the last film noir of the classic era was and the first neo-noir. Plus, we discuss the newly coined phrase homme stupide. We wind up the show with a discussion of teen noir. On the cat front, Charlotte does not appreciate the question about the cutest cat in film noir. Want your question answered in a future episode? We solicit questions from our email subscribers in our monthly newsletters. Sign up here. Everyone who signs up on our email list and contributes $20 or more to the Film Noir Foundation receives the digital version of NOIR CITY Magazine for a year. Donate here.

This week’s questions:

1. Was the Stanford Theater ever considered to host a NOIR CITY Film Festival? What film ranks in your mind as the most important yet to be restored? —Richard

2. My wife Linda enjoys watching film noir. She particularly gets a kick out of the sap who makes poor judgments after succumbing to the “charms” of a femme fatale. She calls such a dope an homme stupide. She was wondering if you have encountered this anywhere else or if she has coined a new noir phrase. —Michael, Post Falls, Idaho

3. I recently watched a 58-minute, B noir programmer titled PIER 23, featuring Hugh Beaumont as Dennis O’Brien. I also saw ROARING CITY another under-an-hour picture with two more cases. Spartan Productions also released a third Beaumont/O’Brien flick, DANGER ZONE - with the same format, all based on stories apparently recycled from old scripts for the radio program PAT NOVACK FOR HIRE. Have either of you seen any of the films or listened to the old Pat Novack program? —Michael, Post Falls, Idaho

4. Do you have any comments or opinions on QUIET PLEASE, MURDER? —Liz

5. Any thoughts on DESIRE ME? —Dennis James from Champlain, NY

6. I don't remember either of you mentioning STOLEN FACE which I think of as a precursor to VERTIGO. Thoughts? —Joe from Suffolk County

7. Don't you think the kitten in THIS GUN FOR HIRE is the cutest cat in film noir? I thought I read that Hitler invited about Veronica Lake and two other beautiful Hollywood starlets to visit his castle in the 1930s and that they went. Have you ever heard of anything like this?—Arlene

8. Is it accurate to claim that the multi-story staircase shot we see so often in Noir is an example of German Expressionism? —Bob, Woodland, CA

9. Have you heard of the Netflix series BABYLON BERLIN? If so, what are your thoughts on it? —Adam from Indiana

10. I consider Frank Miller's SIN CITY and SIN CITY A DAME TO DIE FOR Noir's on steroids. Your opinion, please. —Chris

11. My question concerns one of my favorite films, 1978's FINGERS. Can you think of any other examples of "familial noir," where characters' lives are dictated by their parents or siblings or ancestors? —Kevin, Salt Lake City, UT

12. Do you consider, as some people do, that Welles’ brilliant TOUCH OF EVIL is the last noir film of the classic era? And what do you consider the first “neo noir”?—Bill Stewart of Winnipeg, Manitoba

13. With the 2021 NIGHTMARE ALLEY and now MARLOWE, I wonder if the current picture business is starting to find interest in reviving old noirs. To me, it seems that to cater to a modern, jaded audience, directors have been making these noirs quite violent. There's considerably less censoring -- and more technology -- in filmmaking, but do you envision any noirs being brought back today in a non-R-rated fashion, or would noir have been a more violent genre in the 40's if the production code and technology allowed for that? —Neil

14. I have a question about a small but important detail re: two of my absolute favorite remarks in Film Noir. They are both spoken in the crackling dialogue in OUT OF THE PAST. I have always attributed these great lines to the fine screenwriter, Daniel Mainwaring, who wrote the book and screenplay for this movie. But some time ago, Eddie, I thought I heard you mention that another screenwriter came up with these ‘gems’. If you have the answer, please let me know. —Craig from Carlsbad

15. As I understand, OUT OF THE PAST was released in the UK under its original title: BUILD MY GALLOWS HIGH. I was curious if either of you have ever seen a UK print with that title and if there were any other differences in the UK prints? —Dennis, Champlain, NY.

16. In a recent episode, Eddie said that he hates teenagers and hated being one.

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31 OKT 1927 (Nr. 21)

just before All Saint's Day, Nadja Leu is giving us a classic meet-cute love story. this one's between a butch bachelor and a distinguished lady of the performing arts (who knows more than she lets on...)

short stories like these take up a sizeable portion of the magazine's limited space. most likely there simply was no other place to publish them. some of them are absolutely definitely fictional, but i cant help but identify with Varya's lovestruck behavior as the lady of her literal dreams casually waltzes into her home. "I'll move to the guest room and let her have the bedroom" - butches really have not changed in 100 years. interesting to me is that the lady who enters our hapless butch's appartment keeps referring to her with masculine terms and language even after a initial "misunderstanding" is cleared up. clearly Varya likes it that way. i wouldnt call Corriger la fortune a masterpiece of literature but i enjoy reading about masculine women being flustered by the presence of a beautiful lady. she just like me for real.

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ID deutsch:

Nadja Leu Corriger la fortune.

An der Etagentür stand der Name "W. Balukin", und "dieser" W. Balkukin hieß Warwara Iwanowna Balukin. Wenn ich den Vornamen nicht vollständig genannt hätte, so würde man Warwara Iwanowna unbedingt für einen sympathischen, blonden jungen Herren halten müssen, wie so in ihrem gemütlichen Heim saß, Zigaretten qualmte und zeichnete. Verschiedene Blätter lagen bereits vor Warja - wie ihre Bekannten sie nannten - die Entwürfe zeigten alle den gleichen Frauentyp, eine tief brünette, schlanke Frau mit mandelförmigen, dunklen Augen.

Warja fühlte sich einsam. Ein ganzes Jahr war sie nun in Deutschland und konnte sich immer noch nicht an jemanden fest anschließen. Führte sie der Zufall mit einem lieben Mädel irgendwo zusammen, dann war es sicher, daß sie nächtelang das Bild jener dunklen Frau im Traume sah, so deutlich, daß sie das Bild der Unbekannten zeichnen mußte. Selbst in ihren Modeentwürfen - sie war Modezeichnerin eines großen Hauses - wiederholten sich in letzter Zeit die Züge jener Frau, an die sie denken mußte, ohne sie zu kennen.

Da klingelte es, Warja aus ihren Träumen reißend. Sie schloß die Knöpfe ihres dunkelbraunen Hausanzugs und ging öffnen. - Vor ihr stand… jene Frau, Zug um Zug ihrem Traumbilde gleich. Warja war es unmöglich zu reden. Sie starrte die Fremde an. Diese lächelte über die Verwirrung, die sie angerichtet hatte und sagte, immer noch ein wenig lächelnd:

"Verzeihen Sie bitte die Störung, mein Herr, doch dürfte ich vielleichte die in der Zeitung annoncierten möblierten Räue besichtigen? Ich bin seit einer Woche hier und möchte nicht länger im Hotel wohnen."

Warja hatte inzwischen ihre Fassung wiedergefunden. Sie sagte der Dame nicht, daß die betreffenden Räue sich bei einer Dame ein Stockwerk über ihr befänden, sondern bat die Dame in ihre Wohnung - und hatte nur den Wunsch, den fieberhaften Gedanken, diese fremde Frau nicht mehr wegzulassen. Sie zeigte derselben ihr Schlaf- und ihr Arbeitszimmer, schnell überlegend, daß sie selbst ja auch im Fremdenzimmer wohnen könne, wenn sie nur bei ihr bliebe, diese dunkle Frau. Plötzlich lachte der Fremde. "Aber ich vergesse ja, meinen Namen zu nennen, Herr Balukin. Ich bin Maria Alieny und werde einige Zeit hier an der Oper gastieren. Doch Verzeihung, Herr Balukin, darf ich fragen, ob Sie hier ganz allein wohnen?" - Warja bejahte. - "Ich muß offen sagen, sie gefielen mir ausnehmend gut, die Zimmer, doch Sie verstehen, ich kann natürlich nicht daran denken, bei einem alleinstehenden Herrn zu mieten. Schade. Aber ich kann wirklich nur bei einer Dame wohnen… Doch was sehe ich hier, Herr Balukin? Sie haben mich gezeichnet?" Dabei nahm Maria ein Blatt zur Hand. "Wie genau sie mich beobachtet haben müssen!" Warja konnte vor innerer Erregung kaum sprechen, vor Glück, die Frau bei sich zu sehen, die sie im Traum so oft besucht hatte. Sie konnte nicht anders, stockend kam es über ihre Lippen: "Mein gnädiges Fräulein, Sie sehen, daß ich jetzt ganz ruhig bin, Sie sahen aber auch, daß ich, als ich Sie erblickte, vor Erregung keine Worte finden konnte. Zuerst muß ich einen Irrtum aufklären, ich sehe wohl wie ein junger Mann aus und mein Denken wird wohl auch einem solchen ähnlich sein, aber… ich bin ja eine Frau, wie Sie! Und ohne Sie je gesehen zu haben, träumte ich von einer Frau, die ihre Züge trägt, und so wurde es Ihr Bild, Maria, das ich in Gedanken an den Traum zeichnete. Nun sehe Sie vor mir in Wirklichkeit. Wissen Sie, was das heißt? - Das höchste Glück in der Nähe zu wissen, es nicht besitzen zu dürfen - weil ich eine Frau bin. Denn wie könnte ich annehmen, daß Sie verstehen können, daß ich eine Frau liebte in meinen Gedanken. Und nun sind Sie bei mir. Ich weiß ja, Sie werden jetzt gehen und doch, ich kann Sie nicht belügen. Maria, was ist? Sie lachen doch nicht über mich? - Ich kann es nicht fassen, helfen Sie mir doch, ich kann nicht glauben, was meine Augen sehen. Daß Sie lieb zu mir sein können! O du, ich muß dich umarmen! Maria, du weißt alles und willst bei mir bleiben?… Das ist seligste Seligkeit, und nie wieder werde ich dich von mir lassen."

Und einige Tage später, als sich Maria aus "Herrn" Balukins breitem französischem Bette erhoben hatte, da sagte diese unter tiefem Erröten zu Warja: "Nun versprich mir, daß du auch mir verzeihen kannst. Ich wußte nämlich, wer du warst. Vor einigen Tagen erkundigte ich mich nach dir, als ich dich in der Modeausstellung sah. Denn schon damals war auch mein Interesse für dich so stark, daß ich einen Weg zu dir suchte. Da kam mir die Annonce zur Hilfe, daß in dem Hause, in dem du wohnst, möblierte Räume abzugeben seien. Und so spielte ich ein wenig 'corriger la fortune'. Denke, Warja, daß ich im Augenblick wirklich keinen schnelleren Weg finden konnte, um zu erfahren, daß auch du mich so lieb haben kannst, wie ich dich, du lieber Junge…"

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"V. Balukin" the sign at the appartment door said, this* V. Balukin being Varvara Ivanovna Balukin. Had I omitted this first name, one would easily take Varvara Ivanovna for a pleasant fair-haired young man, the way she was lounging in her comfortable abode, smoking cigarettes while drawing. A number of sheets already lay in front of Varya - as she was known to her acquaintances - all of the sketches showing the same type of woman: a slender brunette with dark almond-shaped eyes.

Varya felt lonely. She'd been in Germany for a whole year and still could not find anyone to settle down with. Whenever chance did allow her to cross paths with a nice girl somewhere, the image of that dark lady would haunt her dreams for nights on end, with such clarity that it compelled her to draw pictures of this stranger. Even her fashion sketches - she was, at the time, an illustrator for a big fashion store - had started to take on the features of that woman who was stuck in her head without her knowing who she was.

The doorbell rang, dragging Varya out of her dreams. She fastened the buttons of her dark brown pajamas and went to unlock the door. - She found… - just that woman, the spitting image of the specter in her dreams. Words failed Varya. She stared at the stranger, who gave a little smile at the confusion she caused, and with that same smile still on her lips said:

"So sorry to bother you, sir, but would you let me see the furnished rooms for rent that I saw being advertised in the paper? I've been in town for a week and don't want to stay at a hotel any longer."

In the mean time Varya had managed to compose herself. She didn't tell the lady that those rooms were to be found one floor above this one, but let her into the appartment - taken by the need to not let her leave. She showed her bedroom and her studio to her, thinking quickly that she herself would be more than fine with moving into the guest room if only this dark lady were to stay with her. The stranger gave a sudden laugh.

"Oh dear, I forgot to tell you my name, Mr Balukin. I'm Maria Alieny, I'll be on stage at the opera for a little while. However, Mr Balukin, if I may ask: Do you live here all on your own?" - Varya affirmed this. - "To be honest I've taken quite a shine to these rooms, but you understand that I can't rent with a single bachelor. A pity. But I really must live with a woman… But what is this, Mr Balukin? You've been drawing me?" Maria grabbed one of the sketches as she said it, "You must have observed me quite closely!" Varya struggled to speak taken by the thrill and bliss of seeing the woman who had visited her so often in her dreams. She couldn't help but sputter: "Dearest madam, as you can see I'm completely calm now, but you took my breath away when I saw you. So first I'll have to correct a misunderstanding, I may look and perhaps even think like a young man, but… I am a woman, just like you! And I've been dreaming of a woman who looks just like you even though I had never seen you before, that's how the drawings I made thinking about that dream ended up having your face. And now you're actually here. Do you know what that means? - To be within reach of the greatest bliss, knowing I will never be allowed to grasp it - because I'm a woman. Because how could I presume you'd understand I'd been in love with a woman in my thoughts. And now you're here with me. Of course I know you'll leave now, but still, I cannot lie to you. What's that, Maria? You're not laughing at me, are you? - I can't believe it, help me here, I can't believe my eyes. You're so kind to me! O you, come into my arms! Maria, you know all this and want to stay with me? … This is bliss upon greatest bliss and I'll never let you leave my side."

A couple of days later, as Maria rose from "Mister" Balukin's broad french bed, her cheeks flushed a bright red and she told Varya: "Now you promise me that you'll be able to forgive me too. I knew who you were all along. A couple of days ago I asked around about you, when I saw you at the fashion show. Even back then I'd been so interested in you, I had to find a way to get close to you. That ad in the paper that said there were furnished rooms to rent in the house you lived in came to my aid. And so I did a little 'corriger la fortune'. See, Varya, in that moment I simply couldn't find a faster way to see if you could love me the same way I loved you, my dearest boy…"

*the author uses the masculine form here, something that i cant account for in English.

#31 OKT 1927 #short story #masculine women #love story #nadja leu

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The Whole Truth

Jill’s heart was pounding inside her slim frame. It was a rare sensation for the tough redhead, but this time she was scared. Billy Bradford walked deliberately towards her, an expression of grim determination on his face. “So this is it, Miss Russell, world famous private eye - and murderer!” The last word was spat out with force, and Billy’s expression became one of unadulterated hatred. Jill looked up from her seat at the young man, a pistol in his hand, and pleaded with him with her eyes. “It wasn’t that way, Billy,” she urged, “your brother slipped running away from me. His fall was an accident!” “Liar!” retorted the man, raising his gun to point at his seated female captive. “Billy was like a goat. He knew those hills. There was no way he would gave fallen unless you pushed him!” Jill looked up at the boy, and down the muzzle of his gun. Lured to this apartment by the promise of one of her suspects wanting to turn state, the last thing she expected was to find she had been scammed by a teenager, the younger brother of Freddy Bradley who had come to a sticky end while tangling with her two months previously. Jill had tried all her techniques of female persuasion on the lad - policewoman warnings of arrest; maternal concern at the fact he would be throwing his life away; big sister impatience with his stupidity; kindly aunt listening to his woes - none of it worked. Perhaps only the truth coukd save her life. The whole truth.

As Billy released the safety, Jill began to talk. “Truth is, son,” she said, the words tumbling out, “Freddy was just bad. He shot a garage attendant in town and left him to die. I cornered him in the hills near your home. I tried to get him to surrender but, like you, he wouldn’t listen to me. ‘Freddy Lucas don’t quit to no dame!’ he had shouted at me. I knew I had winged him, and I wanted to get him to hospital but as I crouched next to him, he came at me with a knife. We wrestled, rolling on the ground. I broke free and tried to run. He lunged after me, cutting down with his blade but I swerved and his momentum carried him over the edge. It was a twenty foot drop. There was nothing I could do. By the time I climbed down, Freddy was already dead and that’s the truth. You can blame me all you like but his death was no one’s fault but his own.” Jill had been lost in the terrifying memories and was staring over Billy’s shoulder at the magnolia wall behind him. She was brought back to reality by a sudden clunk! Billy’s gun had hit the floor. She looked up at the nineteen year old man, who gazed back dully. “I guess that sounds like Freddy, Miss Russell.” he said.

Later, after she had searched the boy and lined him up against the wall, Jill tied his hands behind him with cord from the apartment’s window blinds. “I have to turn you in, Billy,” Jill told him almost apologetically as she bound him, “you’ve committed assault and kidnapping.” The unresistating young man grunted in reply, his head bowed in shame. “But I’ll tell you one thing, son,” the usually hard boiled female PI added with a slight catch in her throat, “right now, your mom woukd be proud of you. Billy slightly inclined his head in acknowledgement. “Come on. Let’s go.” Jill said and pulled her young captive towards the door.

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to The Wrong Killer by William F Schwartz, in Smashing Detective magazine (July 1957)

#pulp magazine #woman detective #adventure #man tied up by woman #man captured by woman

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hauntedbystorytelling · 5 months

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Alfred Eisenstaedt ~ Women doing exercises in the Trümpy school, 1934. Published in Die Dame 9/1934 | src getty images

Alfred Eisenstaedt ~ Woman doing exercises in the Trümpy school, 1934. Published by Die Dame 9/1934 | src getty images

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Alfred Eisenstaedt #botd (December 6, 1898 – August 23, 1995)

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mote-historie · 4 months

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Julie Haase-Werkenthin, The New Fashion Line, Fashion drawing depicting av woman in afternoon dress "à la Chanel". Die Dame Magazine, October 1926.

Julie Haase-Werkenthin was part of a group of female designers and artists including Martha Sparkuhl, Erica Mohr, Hanna Goerke, Gerda Bunzel and Steffie Nathan, who created illustrations and layouts for the German women’s magazine Die Dame. (x)

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artdecoandmodernist · 1 year

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Ernst Deutsch Dryden, Cover for Die Dame Magazine, November issue, 1929

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gentlyepigrams · 1 year

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DŁUSKA, Janina. Die Dame magazine. by Halloween HJB https://flic.kr/p/2o5eeAU

#women's art #vintage illustration #vintage magazines

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hoursofreading · 1 year

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Dogs also process a surprising amount of information from human language, typically processing about 165 words, with many having vocabularies in excess of 250. Most can effectively count to four or five. This is roughly equivalent to a 2-year-old human child. They have emotional reactions to praise, and can tell the difference between real words and nonsense. They also recognize when their owners are speaking a different language. Dogs have effectively evolved to process language much the way humans do, in order to better integrate with the humans they live with. Ironically, dogs may be better at reading people than people are at reading dogs. Researchers have found that people who don’t own dogs were better at reading the body language of dogs than people who did own one. The dog owners in the study mis-identified what emotion a dog was feeling while watching a dog interact with a child in a video almost two-thirds of the time, whereas non-owners were only wrong about a quarter of the time. The biochemical bond between people and dogs is a symbiotic one. Over the past decade a series of studies have shown that both people and dogs produce oxytocin when interacting with each other in a calm, relaxed way. Some studies have shown that these interactions can reduce cortisol (a stress hormone) as well. The longer the relationship between owner and dog, the more pronounced the effects are. This is the same biofeedback loop you find between mother and child. “It’s an incredible finding that suggests that dogs have hijacked the human bonding system,” says Brian Hare, an expert on canine cognition at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. It should be no wonder that many people regard dogs as their “fur babies.” They exist as permanent children who derive comfort and pleasure from interacting with us. For those same reasons, our emotional relationships with dogs tend to be emotionally uncomplicated. Dogs do not care if you’re a murderer or a fascist. But they are a companion species whose entire evolutionary strategy revolves around manipulating instincts into loving and protecting them. It’s unsurprising then that most people have more empathy for dogs than they do for people: We see them as uncomplicated, guileless, and innocent in the same way that we do children. Similarly, children in homes with dogs exhibit more prosocial behaviors, perhaps because they have more opportunities to practice empathy and the fundamentals of emotional contagion. For adults, when their dogs die they often experience grief as intensely as if it were a close family member or child.

Dogs Really Are a Wonder | Dame Magazine

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Why Are Black Parents Helping Racist America Destroy Their Children? - Dame Magazine

"Why Are Black Parents Helping Racist America Destroy Their Children? - Dame Magazine" https://www.damemagazine.com/2015/05/04/why-are-black-parents-helping-racist-america-destroy-their-children/amp/

When parents truly love their children they teach them the truth about how things came to be as they are and to inspire their children to be self sufficient and independent.

The next is to teach the children to love themselves. Education start in the home and the parents are the first and the last teachers that a child needs until death one way or another because death is certain and there's no indicator in life to tell you who is going to die first between the parents and their children.

Money management and financial independence is essential for both the parents and their children. You can't teach any children to be independent when the parents themselves are dependent on others.

No parent should teach religion to their children no matter what because religious beliefs teaches dependency and to prevent a child from freethinking, this is self contained mental slavery which often leads to negative outcomes for any child.

To raise a child is tough for any parents, but the parents has to be even tougher because not one human can control life, no matter what we think.

#black love #black positivity #black africans #black history

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ASK EDDIE returns Thursday, July 20, 7:00 PM PT to our Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/filmnoirfoundation/live

FNF prez Eddie Muller responds to film noir fan questions fielded by the Foundation's Director of Communications Anne Hockens In this episode, we discuss “Pier 23” and its connection to the radio program “Pat Novack for Hire”, staircases in noir, “Quiet Please, Murder”, “Desire Me”, “Stolen Face”, familial noir, the noir credentials of “Sin City”,and more. Eddie weighs in on what the last film noir of the classic era was and the first neo-noir. Plus, we discuss the newly coined phrase homme stupide. We wind up the show with a discussion of teen noir. On the cat front, Charlotte does not appreciate the question about the cutest cat in film noir. Want your question answered in a future episode? We solicit questions from our email subscribers in our monthly newsletters. Sign up for free at https://www.filmnoirfoundation.org/signup.html

Everyone who signs up on our email list and contributes $20 or more to the Film Noir Foundation receives the digital version of NOIR CITY Magazine for a year. Donate here: https://www.filmnoirfoundation.org/contribute.html

Can’t join us on Thursday? No problem! A recording will be up on our YouTube channel, @NoirCity, on Friday, July 21: https://www.youtube.com/user/NoirCitySF

Note: Eddie will not be able to answer questions posted during the livestream nor ones left on our social media accounts

This week’s questions:

Was the Stanford Theater ever considered to host a NOIR CITY Film Festival? What film ranks in your mind as the most important yet to be restored?

Richard

My wife Linda enjoys watching film noir. She particularly gets a kick out of the sap who makes poor judgments after succumbing to the “charms” of a femme fatale. She calls such a dope an homme stupide. She was wondering if you have encountered this anywhere else or if she has coined a new noir phrase.

Michael, Post Falls, Idaho

I recently watched a 58-minute, B noir programmer titled PIER 23, featuring Hugh Beaumont as Dennis O’Brien. I also saw ROARING CITY another under-an-hour picture with two more cases. Spartan Productions also released a third Beaumont/O’Brien flick, DANGER ZONE - with the same format, all based on stories apparently recycled from old scripts for the radio program PAT NOVACK FOR HIRE. Have either of you seen any of the films or listened to the old Pat Novack program?

Michael, Post Falls, Idaho

Do you have any comments or opinions on QUIET PLEASE, MURDER?

Liz

Any thoughts on DESIRE ME?

Dennis James from Champlain, NY

I don't remember either of you mentioning STOLEN FACE which I think of as a precursor to VERTIGO. Thoughts?

Joe from Suffolk County

Don't you think the kitten in THIS GUN FOR HIRE is the cutest cat in film noir? I thought I read that Hitler invited about Veronica Lake and two other beautiful Hollywood starlets to visit his castle in the 1930s and that they went. Have you ever heard of anything like this?

Arlene

Is it accurate to claim that the multi-story staircase shot we see so often in Noir is an example of German Expressionism? Bob, Woodland, CA

Have you heard of the Netflix series BABYLON BERLIN? If so, what are your thoughts on it?

Adam from Indiana

I consider Frank Miller's SIN CITY and SIN CITY A DAME TO DIE FOR Noir's on steroids. Your opinion, please.

Chris

My question concerns one of my favorite films, 1978's FINGERS. Can you think of any other examples of "familial noir," where characters' lives are dictated by their parents or siblings or ancestors?

Kevin, Salt Lake City, UT

Do you consider, as some people do, that Welles’ brilliant TOUCH OF EVIL is the last noir film of the classic era? And what do you consider the first “neo noir”?

Bill Stewart of Winnipeg, Manitoba

With the 2021 NIGHTMARE ALLEY and now MARLOWE, I wonder if the current picture business is starting to find interest in reviving old noirs. To me, it seems that to cater to a modern, jaded audience, directors have been making these noirs quite violent. There's considerably less censoring -- and more technology -- in filmmaking, but do you envision any noirs being brought back today in a non-R-rated fashion, or would noir have been a more violent genre in the 40's if the production code and technology allowed for that?

Neil

I have a question about a small but important detail re: two of my absolute favorite remarks in Film Noir. They are both spoken in the crackling dialogue in OUT OF THE PAST. I have always attributed these great lines to the fine screenwriter, Daniel Mainwaring, who wrote the book and screenplay for this movie. But some time ago, Eddie, I thought I heard you mention that another screenwriter came up with these ‘gems’. If you have the answer, please let me know.

Craig from Carlsbad

As I understand, OUT OF THE PAST was released in the UK under its original title: BUILD MY GALLOWS HIGH. I was curious if either of you have ever seen a UK print with that title and if there were any other differences in the UK prints?

Dennis, Champlain, NY.

In a recent episode, Eddie said that he hates teenagers and hated being one. That said, are there any film noir movies with teen protagonists that you enjoy?

Craig from Nashville

#film noir #eddie muller #ask eddie #anne hockents #film noir podcast #film noir foundation #anne hockens #criss cross #pier 23 #pat novak for hire #quiet please murder #desire me #stolen face #babylon berlin #familial noir #the strange affair of uncle harry #out of the past #teenager noir #brick

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