There is an unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are perfect and poisonous.
At home with Alfred Jarry
Float like a butterfly, sting like a butterfly
The real Dorian Gray
“Scholar, connoisseur, drunkard, poet, pervert…”
Arthur Cravan: poet, boxer, blogger
Strange Flowers guide to London, part 1 and part 3
Nazimova’s secret garden
Arthur Cravan est vivant!
Places: Under the Hill