Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all. W.Somerset Maugham
author and playwright w somerset maugham died on this day in 1965. he is one of the greatest british writers, a victorian and a modern man, many films made based on his his works since 1917.
“death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.”
sued by alistair crowley after accusations of black magic, and painted by sickert, fry, modigliani , foujita and so many more, ms hamnett born in picteresque tenby, wales in 1890 died this day, 16 December, in 1956
briefly a lover of the central figure in ‘the malayan life of ferdach o’ haney ‘ a vaguely autobiographical novel by frederick lees ( my favourite read of the 21st century published by, monsoon)
nina hamnett, was queen of fizrovia, the bohemian centre of london between the wars. though her fame diminished her place in fitzrovian bars never did nor her “unshakable confidence in her own myth” (anthony powell)
she painted and published, got painted, got drunk, fucked and died. my kind of woman.
Nina Hamnett (14 February 1890 – 16 December 1956)