I loved and lost somewhere this ancient photo of a "Draper's Assistant" who had been photographed because he suffered from that most nefarious of Victorian diseases, "chronic masturbation."
It was all presented in a very textbooky fashion.
I think about that guy every few months my entire life I think.
I wonder if he knew how fucked it all was.
Or if they made him feel like a leper until the day he died.
The Poor Draper's Assistant.
The Draper himself was probably the biggest wanker in town.
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1 comments:
Haha!
Context is everything.
I loved and lost somewhere this ancient photo of a "Draper's Assistant" who had been photographed because he suffered from that most nefarious of Victorian diseases, "chronic masturbation."
It was all presented in a very textbooky fashion.
I think about that guy every few months my entire life I think.
I wonder if he knew how fucked it all was.
Or if they made him feel like a leper until the day he died.
The Poor Draper's Assistant.
The Draper himself was probably the biggest wanker in town.
And a squealer.
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