The dandy archetype is one of the most striking of plays and literature. When 'Lord Goring' and his ilk first amused theatregoers, comics had yet to transcend their Victorian status of Penny Dreadfuls. A century later, graphic storytelling would satisfy readers with distinct glimpses of Wildean wit. While dandified script writers, like Alan Moore , would echo an element of Mr Wilde's creative yardstick. In that such authors speak in sentences. Saving talent for their work and genius for their lives. Alan Moore in magician mode for his 'Fashion Beast' book signing in 2013 Caped Crusaders and Masked Marvels It's fairly easy to spot why superheroes should captivate, and dominate so much of our entertainment. Aside from their overblown stature and invincible antics - an obvious aspect of superhero success is their super-slick costume designs. With or without capes, superheroes comprise a deluge of Dandies: at least at a glance. And the same goes for their n
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DANDYISM may be minimal or maximal: discrete - or a flamboyant flourish on the horizon! What distinguishes the Dandy from the mere fashionista, or exhibitionist (among several subtle traits ) is a tendency to bestow words of no small wonder... The brilliant bon mot. That delightfully inventive portmanteau. And if we're really lucky; a little Library of wry thoughts on this, that and the other. Dandies and Men of Letters Not so many decades ago, a couple of celebrity fops began to amuse and bemuse Britain. Quentin Crisp succumbed to stardom upon reaching retirement age. And lost no time in ditching London for New York. As the 90s grew dark and decidedly boorish with the brothers Oasis looming large: British TV was suddenly blessed by the elegant airs of Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen. Nature simply wouldn't exact upon British society the baneful absence of its National Fop - whatever the era. Both Mr. Crisp and (the curiously, as-yet-un-Sir-ed...) Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen - could have
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