It is incredible how sexy I find looking at oil paintings in an art museum. They set me up so well for the night of debauchery later
October 15, 2016 § 2 Comments
It is incredible how sexy I find looking at oil paintings in an art museum. They set me up so well for the night of debauchery later. In fact, the debauchery usually falls totally flat, one club fill of scraggly ugly crones after another (the beautiful girls have almost all got out of the sex industry now, only the rough desperate ones are left); it is the eroticism of the oil paintings that stays with me. Willy Jaeckel and Hans Baluschek were the great discoveries of the Brohan Museum. Tingel Tangel, a beautiful brunette girl in red dress, brown stockings, brown shoes, beginning her strip for a crowd full of bewhiskered, suited Berlin gentlemen, 1900, the pick of them. If only I could still find such a beautiful Tingel Tangel (such a beautiful dancer). The —- back in London is still the closest I have come to it; perhaps also Atlantic City in Munich; but in Berlin nothing like that anymore.