Posts Tagged: Magnus Hirschfeld

Privates on parade

“His day’s service at an end, the soldier usually goes home to his friend…”

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Privates on parade

“His day’s service at an end, the soldier usually goes home to his friend…”

Secret Satan book list

More books than you can deal with, frankly.

Beware the polished little man

“He was absolutely unbearable. Perhaps this was precisely what attracted us.”

Beware the polished little man

“He was absolutely unbearable. Perhaps this was precisely what attracted us.”

Introducing Rixdorf Editions

Hidden cultural history, forgotten innovators and compellingly wayward souls – it’s SO Strange Flowers

Introducing Rixdorf Editions

Hidden cultural history, forgotten innovators and compellingly wayward souls – it’s SO Strange Flowers

14 books for 2014

Books, books, books – dirty and otherwise

14 books for 2014

Books, books, books – dirty and otherwise

Strange Flowers guide to Berlin: part 3

The retro-revellers at Bohème Sauvage are responding to a particular idea of Weimar Berlin, a fragile, frantic golden age of sexual license and social mobility, lewd and doomed. The undying allure of the Weimar Berlin evoked by Isherwood’s books ensures that the reality of the city in that era can never be divorced from its fictional echoes.

Strange Flowers guide to Berlin: part 3

The retro-revellers at Bohème Sauvage are responding to a particular idea of Weimar Berlin, a fragile, frantic golden age of sexual license and social mobility, lewd and doomed. The undying allure of the Weimar Berlin evoked by Isherwood’s books ensures that the reality of the city in that era can never be divorced from its fictional echoes.

Strange Flowers guide to Berlin: part 2

At the Weisse Maus there’s a fine line between performer and prostitute, but Anita Berber leaves no doubt that she is not on the menu. She acts up and acts out, urinating on stage, breaking a champagne bottle over a punter’s head.

Strange Flowers guide to Berlin: part 2

At the Weisse Maus there’s a fine line between performer and prostitute, but Anita Berber leaves no doubt that she is not on the menu. She acts up and acts out, urinating on stage, breaking a champagne bottle over a punter’s head.