We're taking a journey. A journey into alternate pasts and speculative futures. Adventure, crime, dark comedy and sci-fi. Hot tunes fading in fast from forgotten dance halls and vintage radio. Fedora hats with a snap brim. And, of course, Gothic lurks in the narrative shadows: tippet for a tulle, the dead once again stroll amongst the decaying temple colonnades. Stories always written out of love - or perhaps necessity? Like the murder of Miss Fromm, one can never really be sure...
Everyone is getting out
of town. Teddy Boy yakuza fight it out with the Shoho girl gang while a Rita
Hayworth film plays at the deserted cinema. The local temple being pulled down.
A mean old lady wanders the streets with a mysterious shopping bag as a young
barber gets his kicks out of a hand-held King Tut Multi-Speed. Out in the
scrublands a nun tries to free a wartime bomber sticking out the side of a gigantic
Buddhist statue. And don’t even mention
those goddamn chimps doin’ that Elvis thing of theirs...
Enter Milo the Monk armed
with a big gun trying to figure who exactly he’s meant to kill. The Colonel
orders Luther and his bad-arsed girlfriend to take him out first. Then all hell
breaks loose. Murder and mayhem as Milo, the yakuza, Luther, Rei and the Colonel
all head into town for the final bloody showdown. https://www.jackfieldingauthor.com/books-hub
Herzog immigrated from Germany to
Canada in ’52. Fred hooked up with a medical photographer called
Marincowitz and taught himself how to take a picture. Camera in hand, he
travelled from Vancouver to San
Fred captured street life in the 1950s and
60s. ‘He used colour, to get over the way he saw the city and the way he
wanted others to see it.’
I love his work. No agenda or bullshit.
streets, everyday people. What he gives us is...