Photo shoot by Annie Leibowitz and Michael Roberts appeared in Vanity Fair in March 2007. “Killers Kill, Dead Men Die” according to them is an enigmatic classic noir film which one was almost made. Could have been made. Maybe it never was made. Maybe it exists. The whole thing is very mysterious.
Vanity Fair itself writes:
Every element of the genre is here: The Femme Fatale, sultry, scheming, and doped up on tranquilizers; The Private Dick, crawling through the gutter in search of a diamond garter; The Chanteuse and The Champ; The Doll and The Aristocrat; The Spy who knows too little and The Moll who knows too much; mistaken identity and double indemnity; high life and low society; shocking—though possibly nonsensical—plot turns; despair, lust, blood violence, and the cruel fist of fate. Finally, lurking in the shadows behind all this is the menacing figure of The Killer. And what does he do? Why, he does what all killers do: he kills.
On Vanity Fair’s webpage (link at the end of the post) you will find descriptions of scenes depicted on these beautiful photographs.