Berlin cabaret poster, 1920s.
“The idyllic gay portrait of dapper German officers in capes and peaked caps transfixed by demure Line-Boys (teenage male prostitutes that worked Berlin’s fancy hotel lobbies, gay clubs, and bars in the Tiergarten in gangs of 4 or 5) on Tiergarten benches disappeared from view in 1919. It was beggars who retained the combat dress of the defeated army. Berlin’s gay community at the beginning of Weimar adopted a different wardrobe, the sailor’s blouse and cap (alongside the tailored morning-coat of the perfumed dandy). In homosexual Dielen, middle-aged Sugar-Lickers (nighttime gay patrons), Coolies (older Gymnasium or university students who hired Line-Boys and frequently claimed to be straight), Doll-Boys (youngest and penniless gay hustlers that worked solely for food, lodging and cigarettes), even crotchety waiters wore the crisp blue-and-white insignia of jaunty marines on shore leave. The change of uniform had various meanings. Partly, it was a matter of identification - straights didn’t wear them - and they were a Wilhelmian echo of adolescent androgyny. More significantly, Berlin’s core homosexual community had expanded beyond the units of the Potsdam garrison.”
-Mel Gordon, Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin.
Erotic postcard, c1930s (Weimar)
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Erotica c1930s (Weimar)
Warm Milk from a Hot Girl?, c. 1930s
I am working on the requests (and I daresay at least some of you will be very happy indeed with them), but in the meantime here are some of my most beloved Weimar paintings. It’s going to be a very Weimar weekend for me in general, and I am looking over these with giddy anticipation.
Photos of Vicky Butterfly’s Anita Berber performance inspired my to draw the dancer, and Vicky’s incarnation of her. As well as some disembodied heads. What’s with me and Aryans in eyepatches.
post-punk and lostsplendor - Gay’s Weimar Culture is every bit as brilliant as I anticipated and you said. So the above is at least partially your fault. You should both go up to your rooms now and think about what you’ve done.
Apparently drawings that I do while sleep-deprived and caffeinated to the point of shakes come out better than stuff I draw at any other point. The man with the monocle worries me in an arousing way. I think it’s the undercut.
I have to say I find it difficult to believe that anyone would pay to have her =:-O
Otto Griebel, Die nackte nutte (The Naked Whore), 1923.
Kabarettkünstlerin Valeska Gert by Erwin Blumenfeld, 1938