Berlin is infamous for its sassy, tongue in cheek cabaret and burlesque traditions. Notably during the roaring nights of the Weimar republic, when creative use of tassels, lyrics, leather , gender role bending and application of glitter defied social conventions, legal restrictions, and in the early days of the third Reich - fascism itself.

Alas, to the ill-informed observer, it would seem that those glorious days of smoky cutting edge theatrics are long gone. Devoured by somber reflections and restrained commercial diversions. Being a devotee and conossore of fine decadence, I refused to accept this apparent miserable state of affairs, and set out to discover the hidden packets of Weimar republic spirit in Berlin, excavating the sites of the legendary past, and unearthing halls and dives of degenerate preforming arts, very much alive and kicking.

Fellow decadence fanciers might join me on a daytime journey into the labyrinth. Visit the sites where Anita Barber honed her witty and provocative talents, where Christopher Isherwood Jotted notes for “Goodbye to Berlin” while flirting with local charmers, and where Marlene Dietrich found her stage leg. Acquire the roaring Weimar look with the help of Berlin's independent or established designers of hand make tassels and corsets and period hairdressers.