“Sacred”: something dedicated to a deity, considered holy, or set apart for religious use, demanding high respect and reverence.
“Decadence”: a state of moral, cultural, or social decline and deterioration, often driven by excessive self-indulgence, luxury, and a pursuit of pleasure.…
SACRED DECADENCE
When did you first drink absinthe?
Mine was in May 1996, in the shadowed cafés of Prague. Since then, the “poet’s third eye” has wandered beside me through smoke, velvet nights, and the fevered verses of Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, and Arthur Rimbaud.
A green ritual of beauty and ruin — sacred decadence poured slowly into crystal dreams. ✨🥀🍸
Can we still swim in sweet decadence, when our audience consists of polite bodies in woollen jumpers, scandalised by the mere presence of individuality—by spirituality—by metaphysical perversity?
Spare me the pumpkin latte of approval. drink absinthe with me.
Step into my world of provocation, where bodies remain sovereign, where passion and desire are not apologised for, where sexuality is not edited out, and the soul—still hungry—recognises itself in the reflection of my lens.
This is a world for those who do not try harder, but dare to enjoy the radical luxury of doing nothing.
Let’s feast on the bone marrow of life.
lLet’s choose decadence as resistance to creeping fascism.
Between flesh and marble, desire remembers itself. indulge in nothing, and everything awakens. let your soul glimmer in the shadows of forbidden pleasures.
Decadence is not a crime; it’s a declaration. drink from the marrow of life—leave the polite sips to others. lust for spirit. Hunger for form. Reverence for sin. A fleeting touch, a marble gaze, eternity in a heartbeat. We do not apologize for our desires; we sculpt them. Between indulgence and ruin, there is art.
Be audacious. Be delicate. Be utterly human.
— Monika K. Adler, London, 2026.
