I thought (erroneously) that he dressed like Alfred Douglas, or the Comte de Montesquiou: beautiful starchy shirts with French cuffs; magnificent neckties; a black greatcoat that billowed behind him as he walked and made him look like a cross between a student prince and Jack the Ripper.
Francis Abernathy was his name.
“I have given myself permission to be // a monster in little ways.”— Anna Meister, from As If
“When we’re most intense—who’ll flinch?”— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “Phrases,”
Late Meiji-era perfume and toiletries bottles
1910s