Film Noir...

...Infinitely Chic...  The femme fatal, the trench coats, the shadows, the smoke, the disillusions, the crime.  Oh la, la.  Confession: I stayed up way to late watching Almodovar's film Matador.  Tres noir.  At least that was the conclusion derived by the man of the apartment.  Disagree? me? Well, not at all.  The discussion of sexual motivations and whodunit cases left me craving black and more time in front of projected reels.  Thus, the Noir inspired post...