This is Elena Milagro de Hoyos (1910-31), a beautiful Cuban-American woman who sadly died of tuberculosis. Elena’s doctor, Carl Tanzler (1877-1952) was madly in love with her, and wasn’t going to let a little thing like her dying get in the way of them being together.
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Tanzler was a German-born radiology technologist at the Marine-Hospital Service in Key West, Florida. He married married Doris Schäfer in 1920, had two kids & the family emigrated to the US, where Tanzler left the family & set up on his own.
Tanzler was certainly something of an eccentric & claimed to have had visions of Countess Anna Constantia von Cosel (a long dead ancestor) who showed him a beautiful, dark haired woman was going to be his true love.
Enter Elena Hoyos. Elena’s mother took her to the hospital in 1930 to be examined, where Tanzler recognised her as the woman in his visions. Elena was married to Luis Mesa, but this (or indeed his own wife) didn’t discourage Tanzler.
Elena was eventually diagnosed with tuberculosis & Tanzler set about treating her personally. He used all manner of treatments but also showered her with gifts & repeatedly professed his love. There is no evidence Elena reciprocated any of this. It was entirely one sided.
Sadly, Elena succumbed to tuberculosis at her parents' home in Key West on October 25, 1931. Tanzler was absolutely distraught. With the families’ blessing, he paid for the funeral, & for an elaborate mausoleum in the Key West Cemetery, where Elena was interred.
Tanzler had a key & visited almost every night for 2 years.
Now, it’s going to get very weird.
Tanzler would later claim that Elena’s spirit appeared to him as he sat by her grave & he sang Spanish songs to her. He also said that Elena repeatedly asked him to take her home with him.
In 1933, Tanzler did just that. In the dead of night, he crept into the mausoleum, removed Elena’s body and carried it home to his new workshop, seen here.
After 2 years, Elena’s body was in an advanced state of decomposition, so Tanzler set about putting her back together.
Over the next 7 years, he set about “fixing” Elena. He put her bones back together piano wire, replaced her skin with silk soaked in wax and plaster of Paris, and replaced her eyes with glass ones.
He painted her face back on & made a wig from the hair that had not quite decomposed & the hair she’d cut off & kept while in life (he’d asked her mother for it after she died).
He packed the abdominal and chest cavity with rags & doused her in various perfumes, preserving agents & deodorants to mask the smell. Finally, he dressed his creation in stockings, jewelry, and gloves, and kept her in his bed.
And here she is.
He tried running electricity through the body to bring her back to life.
Later reports claimed he had packed the vaginal cavity with a tube to allow intercourse, but there is no evidence of this beyond speculation.
He propped her up in chairs, slept with her in his bed (actually the bed she’d died in & he’d taken from the family), had dinner together, & he kept buying her presents - including a wedding dress.
Neighbours saw him dancing with something late at night, through the windows.
All the while, believing she was going to come back to life.
Key West was a small town & Tanzler’s behaviour didn’t go un noticed, & rumours started to circulate that he had ‘done things’ to Elena.
In 1940, Elena’s family demanded Tanzler meet them at the mausoleum & show them her body & grave were intact. Obviously, Tanzler reacted hostility to this & refused.
Elena’s sister, Nana, was also dying of TB at this time, & she spoke to Tanzler sayings she just wanted to make sure her sister was safe.
This seems to make sense to Tanzler who also wanted to keep Elena safe, so he invited Nana & her husband to his home, where he proudly showed them his work. He showed them the body, and said..
“Come here, Nana, and see now beautiful Elena is resting in her bed in her silken garments and with all her jewelry. Come and see, she could not have it better anywhere. I think that will pacify you now.“
It’ll come as little surprise to learn that seeing the mummified body of their sister, lying on the bed she died on, with her face painted on, did not pacify Nana. Tanzler was arrested soon after.
Tanzler was charged with “wanton & maliciously demolishing, disfiguring, & destroying a grave.” While he was awaiting trial, Elena’s remains were put on display at the Lopez Funeral Home. Thousands of ppl came to see her.
It was at the trial that all the terrible details came out, including the fact Tanzler had been building an aircraft, believing he & Elena could fly into outer space, where radiation would revitalize her body.
Tanzler’s wife, Doris also back in touch & testified that her husband was not mentally well, but he was found mentally competent to stand trial.
In a shock ruling, on October 19th 1940 the judge found that as 7 years had passed since he stole & desecrated the body, Tanzler could not be legally punished for what he had done.
Elena’s remains were finally buried in an undisclosed location.
His name ruined & no way to make any money, Tanzler started giving tours of his home to the public. Eventually, he had to leave town & moved to Zephyrhills, where he lived on handout from his former wife, sister, & money he could earn by selling his story.
Did he get over his infatuation with Elena? No. No he did not. He created a shrine to her in his home, sat in ‘their aircraft’ to draw pictures of her, & when he died in 1952 another replica of Elena was found in his home.
The exact location of Elena’s grave has never been disclosed.
There are a fair few podcasts that look into this story, do share your favourites below. I really liked Caitlin Doughty’s episode on her YouTube channel “Ask a Mortician”. Link here
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This is La Femme Damnée, by Nicolas Francois Octave Tassaert (1859). Two years earlier Charles Baudelaire published Les Fleurs du mal, & 6 of his poems were banned, including “Femmes damnées”.
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Femmes Damnées (or the damned women) tells of lesbian lovers Delphine and Hippolyta. You can read it all here, but here is the final verse fleursdumal.org/poem/180
Baudelaire and his publisher prosecuted for offending public decency. The court ruled that the erotic poems would “necessarily lead to the excitement of the senses by a crude realism offensive to public decency”. The ruling was only overturned in 1949.
This is ‘Christ and the Adulteress’. It depicts a scene from the Gospel of John. The painting was one of Hermann Göring’s most prized possessions. Once the war was over, Allied forces set about discovering who had sold this Dutch masterpiece to a Nazi.
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Göring had acquired Christ with the Adulteress, by Dutch master Johannes Vermeer (1632-75), from Alois Miedl, a Nazi art dealer & right shit who made a lot of money stealing art from Jewish ppl & selling it on.
Göring gave Miedl 137 looted paintings for Christ with the Adulteress and showcased it at his residence in Carinhall. In 1945, Göring’s vast art collection was discovered by allied soldiers led by Captain Harry Anderson (pictured).
Joseph Pujol (1857-1945), better known as Le Pétomane, was a professional farter from France, who headlined at the Moulin Rouge. His stage name combined the French verb péter, "to fart" with “mane”, meaning "maniac", “fartomaniac”.
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Apparently, Le Pétomane was not passing intestinal gas, but had such fantastic control of his abdominal and rectal muscles, he could effectively suck air into to his rectum and expel it at will.
He discovered this talent as a small child. According to his biographers Jean Nohain and F. Caradec, the young Pétomane went swimming in the sea when he suddenly felt a very cold sensation in his bowels.
This is John Singer Sargent’s “Madame X” (1884). Although it doesn’t look remotely controversial today, when it was exhibited at 1884 Paris Salon, the public were so shocked & disgusted that Sargent moved out of the country, and his model’s reputation never recovered.
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The sitter was the socialite Virginie Amélie Avegno Gautreau, wife of the French banker Pierre Gautreau.
Gautreau was an American expatriate, known in Paris as a ‘professional beauty’, meaning she used her looks to advance her social status - which she did exceptionally well
Her husband was much older than she was and very wealthy. Paris was awash with rumours about her multiple infidelities, but the social elite clamoured to be around her, nonetheless.
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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1889)
Edit. “The Hangover”, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. (As you may have guessed, I am slightly hungover.) I think we need a drinking / hungover art thread to help me out. Here are some of my favs, hit me up with yours below!
Antonio Casanova y Estorach, Monk Testing Wine (1886)
This is a watercolour painting of a condition known as ‘Chimney Sweep's Cancer’, also called soot wart, on a 32yo man. Soot warts are a squamous cell carcinoma of the skin of the scrotum & it was the first reported form of occupational cancer.
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Sweep’s cancer was a common condition in 18th century Europe, but it was particularly prevalent in Britain where the flues were much narrower. Adults couldn’t fit inside, so very young boys aged between 4 and 7 years were apprenticed to sweeps to do the work.
It was extraordinarily dangerous. These ‘climbing boys’ could get jammed in the flue, suffocate or burn to death if their master lit a fire beneath them to speed things up. Its likely this is where the expression to 'light a fire' under someone comes from