I just finsihed watching The Maltese Falcon for the 4th or 5th time. As always it was fun to see the well-written film play out it's complicated moral ambiguity. I was stuck in Hong Kong in the nineties, waiting for a legitimate visa to work in Korea as an ESL teacher. Hong Kong costing what it does, I had to find a way to past the time on the cheap. Enter a brusied and battered copy of the collected works of Dashiell Hammett. It kept me for near a week till the visa finally came through.

Mark Coggins has put together a little photo/essay montage of the apartment in San Fran, CA. where Hammett wrote the adventures of the Continental Detective and one Mr. Sam Spade. Enjoy.