Posts Tagged: Caresse Crosby
When Harry Met Polly
Hell-bent Harry Crosby meets his future wife
La Principessa
Caresse Crosby made being Caresse Crosby look like more fun than just about anything that wasn’t being Caresse Crosby. Following her unlikely invention of the modern bra, Crosby spent the 1920s and ’30s as a publisher, poet, patron and – for a moment – performer.
La Principessa
Caresse Crosby made being Caresse Crosby look like more fun than just about anything that wasn’t being Caresse Crosby. Following her unlikely invention of the modern bra, Crosby spent the 1920s and ’30s as a publisher, poet, patron and – for a moment – performer.
Always yes
If you’re wearing a bra while reading this (and you know what? you don’t have to tell me – Strange Flowers’ Market Research department respects boundaries)…anyway, if you’re wearing a bra as opposed to, oh, a whalebone corset, you should thank Caresse Crosby.
Always yes
If you’re wearing a bra while reading this (and you know what? you don’t have to tell me – Strange Flowers’ Market Research department respects boundaries)…anyway, if you’re wearing a bra as opposed to, oh, a whalebone corset, you should thank Caresse Crosby.
Lapses into piety
Harry Crosby always felt he was living on borrowed time. He was obsessed with the idea of determining the end from which he had already once — against all odds — been spared.
Lapses into piety
Harry Crosby always felt he was living on borrowed time. He was obsessed with the idea of determining the end from which he had already once — against all odds — been spared.
Dress-down Friday: Alastair
To describe Alastair as precious is like saying Isadora Duncan accessorised poorly…The German illustrator, born in 1887, known to his circle as Hanaël and to his passport as Hans-Henning von Voigt, was a singular creation as affected as his art and as artificial as his alias.
Dress-down Friday: Alastair
To describe Alastair as precious is like saying Isadora Duncan accessorised poorly…The German illustrator, born in 1887, known to his circle as Hanaël and to his passport as Hans-Henning von Voigt, was a singular creation as affected as his art and as artificial as his alias.
