Posts Tagged: Harry Crosby
“I shall never never forget”
Harry Crosby postpones his meeting with his maker
When Harry Met Polly
Hell-bent Harry Crosby meets his future wife
15 books for 2015
Bricktop, Baron Corvo and Bertolt Brecht join a cast of…oh, about two dozen
Eclipse
“There was a bullet hole in his right temple, and a bullet hole in her left temple. His free arm was wrapped languidly around her neck, and their left hands were clasped. They faced each other…”
Eclipse
“There was a bullet hole in his right temple, and a bullet hole in her left temple. His free arm was wrapped languidly around her neck, and their left hands were clasped. They faced each other…”
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.
For eternity
I never say a prayer/To Saint or Holy Ghost/Nor listen to the preacher’s word/That talks of sin the most
For eternity
I never say a prayer/To Saint or Holy Ghost/Nor listen to the preacher’s word/That talks of sin the most
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.
Chronicle of a death foretold
Jacques Rigaut was no ragged Montparnasse Bohemian, and even at his death he was fastidiously dressed in suit and tie, as if meeting an important client.
Chronicle of a death foretold
Jacques Rigaut was no ragged Montparnasse Bohemian, and even at his death he was fastidiously dressed in suit and tie, as if meeting an important client.
