Dandy

I'm obsessed with Sebastian Horsley. It's starting to verge slightly on unhealthy.

He was brash, he was beautiful, he was horse, he was a performance, he was a Dandy.

Maybe the last true Dandy, I don't know. I think Dandies want the whole world to know they are dandies and be recognized for that. When I think of the world 'Dandy,' I only think of two people - Oscar Wilde and Sebastian Horsley. If there was another Dandy around, I'm sure I would have heard of him, and I haven't.

I first heard of Sebastian a while back. He did some crazy stunt where he crucified himself while in the Philippines as a part of an art project. I was interested in an artist living in the states at the time and he mentioned the name Sebastian Horsley to me, told me about his Crucifixion and how he wanted to do that on stage as well as part of a performance piece he was working on. The name got filled away in the recesses of my mind and I soon forgot about it.

It wasn't until this interview played on the Q podcast the first time that I became more intrigued.



His views were interesting, the tales he told of his live sucked me in and I wrote the title of his book on a sticky note and posted it on the wall on my cubical at work. I looked at that note day after day, trying to make a mental note to remember to look for the book, "Dandy in the Underworld." I never had luck finding the book. Chapter's never seemed to have it and the smaller book stores were out of the question.

This past year, when I read that he had passed away due to a drug overdose, I made a better effort to find his book. I'm completely enraptured by it and complete obsessed with this swine.

I love him...