When I think of the word “Highball” I am instantly brought back to the 1940’s and 50’s. I picture a detective sitting in his office with his feet on his desk. He’s cloaked by striped shadows cast from the blind on the window. A cigarette dangles limply from the corner of his lips, its smoke swirls lazily around the muggy room. A crystal decanter rests half full on his desk with a highball glass next to it, sweating from ice in the glass and the oppressive humidity in the stagnant office. Fedora’s and trench coats, smoke and shadows, drinks and cigarettes, these are the images conjured in my mind when I think of “highball”; all the classic elements of film noir. I used a combination of old scratched film scans, and a man in the shadows of an alley, combines with image balance, and just enough color to set the mood. I’d love to hear what you think.

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