It’s the Modern World, the End of Times, the Decline of the West, the Revolt of the Masses. It’s the 1920’s. It’s going to be Very Silly.
I have been accused of praised for my devotion to detail. If you only knew how much hard work and googling lies behind every page of Goldenbird… One particularly tricky subject, which has kept me awake many a late night, is the question of clerical fashion in the 1920’s.
I’m horribly busy with my Ph.D. now. Goldenbird has to wait, alas alack. But if you need a taste of the REAL 1920’s - don’t miss Frans Masereel’s woodcuts. I wish I could do something in this direction, some day.
Die Stadt (1925)
A series of 100 plates.
Landschaften und Stimmungen (1929)
60 plates.
One poem annoys me terribly, although I have almost grown up with it - its quotes are so familiar to me. The other poem makes me sad and heart-achingly warm. Both were written by men in the early 20th century, living on two different continents, dealing with oppression, dreaming of freedom. Why can I feel [...]
So Falco is supposed to teach Mayann French. What, she can’t find a better teacher in Paris than an arrogant little “rital“? Something tells me he is going to have his employment contract renegotiated very soon.
“The German people are wonderful. They do not touch you, yet they have their arms around you – always.”
From Photoplay, May 1928
“And Ber-lin!” Would that we could reproduce Greta Garbo’s enunciation of Ber-lin. The love there is in it. “I will never forget when I came to it. The smell of the City. An amazing [...]