young noir

Stanley Kubrick photo
Look Magazine, 1949
You got a light? Baby, do you ever got a light. Keen. Is that yours? My old man collects them. Yellow hands that always smell like they could go up at any second. Flash paper hands. He'll end up burnin' down the pad, man. That's a great sweater. You a model? Interested in pictures? My old man, maybe he could do something with you. He's a director, you know. The Killing. Yeah, that's his film. No bull, really. My old man, the lighter-fluid aftershave guy. Maybe I could get him to look at you. You've got a face. And you got more. No, wait, come back. My hands are clean.