“In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed. They produced Michaelangelo, da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock”
(Harry Lime: played by Orson Welles, The Third Man)
The best part of winter is the early, cold windy nights that draw in very quickly here in the UK.
I love the night time in a major city such as Manchester. Street signs and window displays light the gloomy wet paths and direct you round this Victorian jungle.
It is also a great time to capture people going about their worlds in a film noir atmosphere.
Manchester is full of old buildings that in the dark give off a sense of claustrophobia and dread, as if they peer down on you in disgust from their high rise arrogance and compel you to the shadows of the cobbled streets below.
At night it reminds me of the dark street scenes from the classic Noir “The Third Man” a wonderful comical film that is not as entertaining as it is shocking, once you find out what Harry Lime has been up to.
Stop to look at a metro station in Central and you are transported to that Vienna feel of gothic undertones and religious intent at one side of the platform.
And on the other a 21st century social update bringing you subtly back from nostalgia.
Yes, Manchester at night can easily be mistaken for the set of The Third Man.
Of course you have to be in the right place and time to transport back to old town, and it is fare to say you could be anywhere and find yourself on your favourite movie scene.
So look up, you never know what you might find….. Old Man.