The Factory Floor
Sahara Dust — Part One: Chasing My Tail - Chapter Five
The editors walked around like movie stars.
Golden tans. Open silk shirts unbuttoned to the sternum. Massive gold chains catching the fluorescent light — and sometimes, hanging from those chains, a razor blade pendant. An actual razor blade, gold-plated, dangling against a tanned chest. It was the symbol of the craft — editors cut film with razor blades,…