“Noir: all those beautiful sentences telling you the most terrible things.†― Robert Polito
Shadows, and shadows within shadows. Gradients of darkness and light. The remarkably inconsistent way a space looks colorful or devoid of color depending on how the light and darkness work, and it’s always the darkness that is more intriguing. Light leaves nothing to the imagination, and we humans crave imagination. We want to imprint our own vision, our own story, our own connection to any singular event. Sometimes we want it more than we want truth. We are rarely satisfied to simply appreciate something other than we.
The recesses of a Saturday night, hidden furthest from the sane, reasonable safety of a weekday, operate mostly in shadow and mystery, perhaps giving this night more allure than any other. What mysteries shall unravel on this one, and what mysteries shall be left alone?
Back to Blog“Why am I telling you this?” he went on. “A secret’s only a secret as long as you keep it. Once you tell someone it loses all its power–for good or for ill–like that, it’s just another piece of information. But a real mystery can’t be solved, not completely. It’s always just out of reach, like a light around the corner; you might catch a glimpse of what it reveals, feel its warmth, but you can’t know the heart of it, not really. That’s what gives it value: It can’t be cracked, it’s bigger than you and me, bigger than everything we know. Those tight-ass suits can keep their secrets, they don’t add up to anything. This deep in the game, pal, I’ll take mystery every time.†― Mark Frost
