Louise Brooks and the Photophobic Scene

In the severe lighting of the studio, Fritz could see his face reflected in the shine of her legendary black hair. It seemed to cause him great annoyance.

‘Schiesse! I can’t do the scene. Her hair, it blinds me!’

‘Well, schiesse to you, honey,’ Louise declared. ‘This mop is most always precise in its judgment of a performance.’

‘Oh, your hairstyle’s a critic, oh?’

‘This hairstyle’s the executioner, my husbandly wife.’