When Sebastian Horsley died in 2010 from a drug overdose, he left behind a tainted but extraordinary legacy. For many, he was the last of the great English eccentrics. And he was the undisputed King of Soho.
He was also the most beautiful man in the world - according to himself.
His autobiography is one of the most depraved books ever written. His home was a part time brothel. He slept with thousands of prostitutes. He squandered his fortune on drugs. And somehow he managed to charm everyone he met to smithereens.
Dear Sebastian is an account of the Sebastian Horsely I was privileged to know. It is a story about Soho, dandyism and tap dancing in the lifeboat. It is also a coming of age story. More than anything, it is an exercise in bad taste. He would have expected nothing less.
He was also the most beautiful man in the world - according to himself.
His autobiography is one of the most depraved books ever written. His home was a part time brothel. He slept with thousands of prostitutes. He squandered his fortune on drugs. And somehow he managed to charm everyone he met to smithereens.
Dear Sebastian is an account of the Sebastian Horsely I was privileged to know. It is a story about Soho, dandyism and tap dancing in the lifeboat. It is also a coming of age story. More than anything, it is an exercise in bad taste. He would have expected nothing less.
