May 29, 1913 —Imagine, if you will, that you live in Paris and that, after a hard day of not working and drinking heavily (it’s what most of the idle rich did in Paris at the time, in between bouts of sodomy, while they waited around for Marcel Proust to finish writing that damn bookContinue reading “It was some night out”
Where the Cabinet of Dcaligari resides
The Haus of Dcaligari 