Twists And Turns

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As he took his right hand out of his trouser pocket to hand over the smouldering cigarette from the left corner of his mouth, James left his gaze wander through the rising cigarette smoke. His gaze lost itself in the direction, where a stubborn, intransigent Marlon Brando had disappeared in the crowd.

James stayed at the end of the dark corridor where their battle of words had taken place.

And so it was to be:

- A snapshot of Dean from Roy Schatt's legendary photographs -

Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.

- A snapshot of Dean from Roy Schatt's legendary photographs -

So, ya're tearen' me apart.

In his position, the movie quote from 'Rebel Without A Cause' unmistakably made sense.

Was he to blame himself for all this?

Whether Marlon struggled with his appropriated emotional coldness, which had served him in the dream world of Hollywood otherwise as such a reliable protective wall?

James could only imagine the scenario in inner images.

James could only imagine the scenario in inner images

Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.

Do ya hear me?

Don't run away from yourself.

Nor from me..

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One had to bear in mind, that even one of the brightest stars of the screen sky was fallible, could once be about to step out of its shoes and run away from its shadows.

James Dean, wrathful and stubborn, took all his courage to gather himself for his chase.

As if a pack of wolves was breathing down his neck, he plunged into the middle of the crowd, where the busy photographers were already gathering for a lucrative snapshot... but Dean flashed past their lights as if he was the caliber of a shotgun - and brushed off their greedy lenses.

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