The effect of these bleak, strip-lit testimonies set against the shaded, shifting, shifty voices of the village is an odd one: like a documentary intercut with a Renoir film.
This bleak little strip lies eight and a half miles from Wall Street.
Sasha Petraske, the cocktail artist behind Milk & Honey, has just opened Dutch Kills on a bleak commercial strip in Long Island City, Queens.
One clever photograph taken by Mr. Adams in Denver shows a sign for the Orchid Beauty Academy on a bleak commercial strip in Denver.
NEW ORLEANS — On Monday morning, in a bleak shopping strip almost under the Pontchartrain Expressway, Bernel P. Johnson wrestled the gun away from a young police officer and shot her dead.
To the south and east there is a bleak lowland strip of rock, bog, peat banks and coarse, wind-flattened brown grass.
Matthew's friends ran out to Second Avenue, a bleak industrial strip shadowed by the elevated subway tracks and the Gowanus Expressway, and flagged down a pedestrian, who called 911, the detective said.
Barney Farmer, not his real name (though he assures me it's an anagram, one which I can't work out), is the writer of one of the bleakest comic strips around.
The relentlessly bleak plot is stripped of any element that could distract from Allen's singular purpose: to depict human life as cruel, grim, and doomed.
Set in a bleak world of strip-lights evoking everything from nasty nightclubs to run-down hospitals (stark design by Hayley Grindle, sparingly lit by Rachel Mortimer), it is underscored with low rumbles of bass, machines and thunder (Sam Jones); so much so that you can almost feel the cuts being made to austerity Britain while you watch.
