More inanity from the Hackney organity.
Given the choice (we believe in choice). Featuring castanets, monkeys, marionettes, and human and tortoise castles.
François Dominique Séraphin, Bourbon favourite and reputedly the father of ombres chinoises (shadow puppetry), began operating 15 years later than is generally thought, and may have copied his techniques from an itinerant Italian or a London Alsatian. Featuring the memoirs of the valet to the later Louis XVII, early descriptions of the delights of the renovated Palais Royal (including a pygmy show), jolly old Baron Grimm on the lamentable state of French opera, shadow plays, and marionettes, and William Beckford’s favourite designer of theatrical perversions.
Translations from Welsh and Yiddish revealing ornithomancy amongst the 19th century north Welsh and Jewish Lithuanians.
But who are the three noseless Austrian ladies?
With acrobats, clowns, and Doris and Thisbe, goddesses of wind.
He also coined “flaxen Saxon.” With other absurdities.
Pleasures and treasures of the Edwardian street, by a descendant of Scottish banditti.
Iain Sinclair wrote of when “global warming rolls a warm sea [up] the course of the old Hackney Brook.” The flow’s going to be the other way. Let me explain.
Sincerity meets spam.