![]() ![]() "You mighta said thanks!" shouted Kewpie.Īt the corner, Ken paused. Lights oddly colored against a faded salmon sky. Then raced down the stairs, two at a time. A boy with face molded of paste, white-lipped girl, hair dankly strung in bangs and square-cut bob. Narrow stairs led to the studio anteroom, where, at seven o'clock, Dobrinu, small, dark, waxed black mustache twisted into two fine points, paid off his models of the day. NOT far from the Commodore Theatre was the studio of Jan Dobrinu, artistic photographer.
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