There's something so endearing about the iconography of the 1890s.

the stereopticon, for example.

Absinthe, to my experience, is overrated...though past recipes were likely more potent.

This is one of my favorite old record finds...not exactly how I recall the Tenderloin, but again, the gloss of musicals, of singing whores and vice squads. It's about the Tenderloin of New York, reimagined by Robert Griffith.

The beautiful fakery of the stage.