The Hardboiled Lens / Noir Photography Rupert Vandervell

When I was a teenager, I was tasked with going to the municipal dump with my father on the Saturdays to help throw out trash. There was a tiny little corner by the broken televisions and stacks of newspapers that read “Free books”. There was always a hodgepodge of ancient paperback books and my favorite … Continue reading The Hardboiled Lens / Noir Photography Rupert Vandervell