#Losel

[mikegunnill]

First World War Kent Spies.

There were so many spies before and during World War One, that they were almost, falling over each other.

The trouble with spies of course, is that they are so hard to track down and even harder to research, changing names, birth dates, and addresses.  My mission starts in Sheerness, Kent in the United Kingdom.

Under the orders of Gustav Steinhauer 1870-1930, the head of the German Admiralty Intelligence Service, many spies were in key locations and well established locally years before the outbreak of war.  Steinhauer was so proud of his achievements he wrote a book, ‘telling-all’ after the war.

Ten years later, Losel had taken over the business and was living alone at the rear of 2 High Street in Sheerness.  He was listed as a photographer and maker of frames, of German nationality and the ‘employer.’   John Hunt died in the first quarter of 1887, aged 74 still living on the Isle of Sheppey as did his wife Mary Ann Hunt, who  died December 31 st. 1891.

In 1901 his address was Beach House, Sheerness which had a huge glass conservatory, which was used as a photographic studio.  It was noted later in the magistrates court, it also provided “uninterrupted views to Sheerness dockyard, showing the arrival and departure from the area.”  Losel had first been reported to the authorities in 1904 and a year later had been detained for taking photographs on the sea-wall at Sheerness.

Karl Hentschel ran a successful family spy ring in Chatham and visited Sheerness often.  In Central Intelligence Agency files released in 2015, they gave  1884-1959 as his birth and death. 

Part of his bargaining with the British authorities forwards the end of his spy days in Kent, he provided Scotland Yard with details of his previous spy-ring.  

 Hentschel said Losel was a German agent in a statement of August 1914, and had been for some years.  He also revealed that Losel took regular trips to Germany with his photographic portfolio. 

His early photographic cards were labelled as Franz Heinrich Losel.  As war hysteria against Germany increased, the name was changed to a more anglicised, Francis Henry Losel.  This didn’t help the Sheerness locals who knew him well and didn’t speak to him, when out walking.  

On the outbreak of war, local children made their feelings known and smashed his studio conservatory with stones, and it was never used again. 

On one such occasion, he took photographs on board HMS Victoria, during March 1890.  A group photograph was taken on the forecastle deck of the ship and it proved to be, one of the last images of the crew in England before the ship sank.  

During exercises on June 22, 1893, near Tripoli, Syria now Lebanon, the ship went down within 15 minutes after a collision with HMS Camperdown and a loss of 358 crew. Photographs of the crew of HMS Victoria and many other ships visiting Sheerness may have been included in his portfolio visits to Germany.  A photograph of the crew of HMS Victoria was shown earlier, as my picture number one.  It was found, after a long search at the National Archives, Kew,  and the image has not been published before.  The connection hadn’t been made, that the crew, while in Sheerness port, had been photographed  by a German spy.

Losel spent nearly 30 years in Sheerness as a photographer and for various reasons, was well known.  Remembered by a Sheerness resident Ivy Russell in Bygone Kent volume 37, number 6 “ As a sinister, menacing figure who frightened her as a child.”  He was also recorded at the local police station as “a suspicious German photographer who spends a good deal of money, but does little or no work.”

Losel was one of 24 interned aliens moved from Brixton Prison to Reading in January 1916.  He returned to Brixton on August 6, 1917.  He hadn’t been convicted of anything and there wasn’t any evidence, he just detained as a foreign alien.  It is thought he was finally deported back to Germany in 1919.

Losel was deemed ‘small-fry’ by local spy master Hentschel. Perhaps there was a class-system for spies, as the top man Steinhauer himself had interviewed and placed Hentschel in Sheerness and given him his initial instructions to set up a language school.

[musicmags]

[subnitida]

Losel Yauch, Norman's dish, 2024, acrylic on wood

[mcforwhatiam]

Posted by Losel Yauch on Instagram

[oflowtides]

location: emmeline’s place closed starter for @shallowsfm​  

The compassion Losel had for Emmeline was endless, and she did whatever she could to help the other woman out.  It wasn’t every day your husband suddenly decided he no longer wanted to be a father, and with Clara being so young, Losel was in extra helpful mode.

“I brought some food,”  Losel had a bag she’d placed in the kitchen upon her arrival.  “Some stuff that you can throw in the oven and have for days as leftovers.  I know you probably don’t have a ton of time for cooking lately, and as great as eating out is, nothing really beats a home cooked meal.”

[boylikelinus]

Losel Yauch

[ja3yun]

who do you think in enha would love to receive a buodoir album of their girl as a birthday gift?

!warning nsfw (mdni)!

i think jay would love it the most. he always adores to see his girl dress up in pretty clothes and he'd like it even more when they're dressed down. you would do it after he bought you a pretty set of lingerie for your birthday, so now for his you're putting your present to good use. you would have a setting that was clean and elegant, white sheets with a sheer robe to start with, posing in all his favourite positions he liked to fuck you in. you wouldn't go bare naked but elude to it because jay likes that the best, when you tease him just enough to make him want you.

when you give him it on his day once everyone has left the dinner party you arranged for him, you'll leave him alone to flick through it while you put on the lingerie and robe once again, waiting until he flicks the last page before sleeking your way into the bedroom, taking the book from his hands and throwing it to the side.

"how is it? your present?"

his eyes trail up your body lustfully, taking in the beautiful sight before him as his hands grip your hips and force you onto his lap. "i love it, baby. i love it so much. you're fucking sweet to me." your nipples stand at his words and he cant help but latch on, biting them through the lace bra and his tongue swirling gently.

he would roll his eyes as you giggle, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sound. you know he loves you but you will never understand how much he craves you, worships you in every way. he will cherish the book and look at it on days you're away or simply because he loves you so much and he is so happy that you trust him to own something like this.

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heeseung would adore that you thought of doing the shoot specifically for his birthday. he knows that people do this for their partners but considering you're quite shy, he never imagined you would strip down to nothing. sure, maybe a nightie or something sheer but never fully laid bare. you would sit nervously next to him as he looked at it, judging his expressions as he turned the pages and viewed the one of you arching your back, legs long and hair fanned out, he would shut it over abruptly, making you worry. but that worry soon turns into shock as he grips your shoulders and pushes you down onto the bed

"fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how much i need you right now." he would whisper into your mouth as he kissed you, grinding his hardening cock onto your core, "i want to put you in all of those positions...would you let me?"

he sucks on your neck and bites down, causing your back to arch just like the photo. he's smirking as he marks you up, his hands trailing your sides before dipping into your heat.

"i'm gonna make you cum for each photo in that book."

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jake would come with you, asking you to do it for him. he had a particular lingerie set in mind, the one you wore for your anniversary and he hasn't seen you in it since, so what better way to get it some sunlight? his puppy eyes did wonders for convincing you, not that it took much, you'd do anything for him. jake is the kind of man to worship your body no matter size or shape so you have never felt uncomfortable in your body around him.

however, what he didn't realise is that partners don't get to watch the shoot but are sent away while it happens. he pouts, hoping to help you with poses and angles, he even brought a change of lingerie for you to mix it up a little. you're also sad because its his birthday and you wont be spending the entire day with him like you promised, but it just means you'll work extra hard to produce the best pictures for him.

he'll hug you goodbye, nuzzling his nose into your neck, peppering kisses softly, "thank you for doing this, princess."

nodding, you kiss him gently on the lips, stroking his cheek, "i'll even throw in a few surprises."

and those few surprises are naked shots, tits up with your arms losely drapped over your head, your eyes shut. as soon as he saw that picture, he whisked you back home, tying your arms above your head and telling you to keep still as he eats you out, his tounge lapping you up eagerly, that beautiful nose of his nudging your clit each time he burried his face into you. the photoshoot was everything he asked for but having you wriggling under him is even better.

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for sunghoon, i think he wouldn't want anyone to see your body other than him, female photographer or not. so instead of you going to a studio, he set one up in your bedroom, hired lighting and used his own camera to take the pictures. he left the setting up to you, to add the element of surprise you wanted to gift him for his birthday.

"take the robe off for me, babe, face the wall." he would take his job seriously because you really wanted to do this. he had an air of professionalism about him that was akin to jack drawing rose.

you look so beautiful though, that he cant keep his hands to himself, helping you unclasp your bra, reaching around to squeeze your tits playfully, kissing down your neck as he presses his chest to your back. "how about we take some behind the scenes pictures?" he would whisper seductively.

and who are you to deny him? you lay down on your bed, legs spread as he grabs the camera, snapping a few pictures before slippinging his cock from his trousers, knowing that pictures aren't enough, he needs to fuck you so good that the faces you make are the real shots that make the book. he pounds into you though, forgeting the camera and giving you the attention you deserve, even if it is his birthday.

[overlyinvestedinlife]

As someone who’s been through one too many winnable Jannik Sinner five set heartbreaks everyone saying that “with a Novak out this is Jannik’s tournament to losel and placing him as the firm favorite to win it all are ignoring two very important facts:

1) Jan’s biggest op is all and always will be Daniil Medvedev on hard court. Don’t let these last few matches fool you that octopus mf will never not be a problem 😭

2) when faced with 5 sets Jannik Sinner can, and has, found a way to lose. No matter how advantageous the position man can always fuck it up.

[xenostalgic]

Toads (Philip Larkin)

Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison – Just for paying a few bills! That's out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits: Lecturers, lispers, Losels, loblolly-men, louts – They don't end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes With fires in a bucket, Eat windfalls and tinned sardines – They seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet, Their unspeakable wives Are skinny as whippets – and yet No one actually starves.

Ah, were I courageous enough To shout Stuff your pension! But I know, all too well, that's the stuff That dreams are made on:

For something sufficiently toad-like Squats in me, too; Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck, And cold as snow,

And will never allow me to blarney My way to getting The fame and the girl and the money All at one sitting.

I don't say, one bodies the other One's spiritual truth; But I do say it's hard to lose either, When you have both.

[thesiouxzy]

May the Fourth Be With Yauch 👊🏽

Remembering Adam 12 years later 💗

Before Prince, the loss of Adam Yauch (MCA) had been the only other celebrity death to hit me hard. Such a lovely, talented soul; I think of him often. Attending MCA Day in NYC in 2014 and again for the 10th anniversary in 2022 were beautiful experiences. I have a lot of photos from those days in a fb album if anyone is interested. Side note: Adam’s daughter Losel (pictured here) will turn 26 this September

[word-for-today]

Word for today: losel

An archaic synonym for "loser"

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Music For the Soul by Alexander MacLaren

The Christ at the Door

Behold I stand at the door and knock; if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me, — Revelation 3:20

We have here the exalted Christ asking to be let in to a man’s heart. The latter words of the verse suggest the image of a banqueting-hall. The chamber to which Christ desires entrance is full of feaster’s. There is room for everybody else there but Him. Music and dancing and lights and good cheer and laughter fill the house, and He stands without. There is no room for Him, as there was not at His birth.

Now the plain, sad truth which that sets forth is this, that we are more willing to let anybody and anything come into our thoughts, and find lodgement in our affections, than we are to let Jesus Christ come in. Is it so, or is it not? The doors that swing wide for vanities and selfishness, lust and passions, whims and fancies, and favourite pursuits, are barred and bolted in His face. We welcome to the chief seats in our hearts His and our worst enemies. They flock in; He stands without, like some exiled and dethroned monarch, who, coming back to his own land and his own palace, stands amongst the ragged losels on the pavement, and sees the upstarts and the rebels passing into the lighted halls; all His own, where He may not enter. Is it so, or is it not?

The reality of Christ’s knocking is represented not only as being the touch of an importunate hand, but is accompanied also with the beseeching of a voice. That is not a pretty metaphor only. Jesus Christ is living and working to-day; He is at your side, present though unseen, working upon you though you know it not; trying to draw you to Himself; pleading with you year by year and moment by moment. It is one of the deepest facts of human existence, a barred heart, and a present Saviour suing for entrance.

And how does He sue? Does He not knock at your heart by that Book of which the very spirit in all its parts is the testimony to Him? Is He not knocking at your heart loud blows, by sorrows and gentle touches, waxen touches, soft and warm and sweet as a baby’s hand; by the mercies that come to you day by day? When Absalom would not go to Joab, Joab burned his corn, and then Absalom came to him. When a man will not come to Christ, sometimes He burns his corn, and then, sometimes, the man comes. And the further we go from Him, the louder the beseeching impressiveness of the knocks of His hand. Have you never found rising up in your soul a sudden conviction, with which you had nothing to do but to listen to it; telling you what you ought to do and to be? Have you not sometimes had flashing in upon you, like a sudden glare in the dark, the conviction, "I ought to be a Christian and to follow Jesus Christ"? Such voices -

"Our inward ear Catches sometimes from afar. Listen, ponder, hold them dear, For of God- of God, they are."

Every conviction, every impression, every half inclination towards Him that has risen in your hearts, though you fought against it and smothered it, and did anything with it but obeyed it, has been His knocking there.

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[mcforwhatiam]

Posted by Losel Yauch on Instagram

[oflowtides]

⸻  DICHEN LACHMEN. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of EMERGENCY CONTACT by pierce the veil, well, it describes LOSEL TAMANG to a tee! the forty year old, and OWNER OF THE GRIND COFFEE SHOP was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more indulgent or more CAPTIVATING instead? anyway, they remind me of coffee beans grinding in the background, perfectly manicured nails, half faded polaroid photos tacked up on the wall, and rosy cheeks from a wide smile, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

time in notting hill: twenty years

If you ask Losel, nothing about her life before moving to Notting Hill is worth remembering.  The briefest overview would be that she’s the youngest of six, and leaving the United States was the best decisions she ever made.

Notting Hill is where the young woman really blossomed, able to stand out in a crowd, taking a few college courses here and there, but not interested in the time or money it would take to get a degree, but very keen on knowing enough to own her own business.

She was something of a party animal in her twenties, often staying out to all hours of the night, meeting people she’d immediately forget the next morning.  It was reckless, but it was her decision, and while there were a handful of pregnancy scares, Losel felt like she was in control of her own life, able to do what she wanted because she wanted to, the freedom she had craved growing up back home.

Her thirties were when she finally decided to settle down, save up money to own the business she’d always dreamed of.  It wasn’t a specific place she was after, but more a place she could call her own, something that she could run successfully and show that  she’d made it on her own terms.  While she was still a ways off, monetary wise, she was estatic when she was promoted to manager of the coffee house, and really cracked down on saving every last penny she didn’t need to spend on bills or food to buy it.

It was only about two years ago she was able to finally purchase the coffee house, becoming the lawful owner, and she’s never felt prouder of herself.  She knows all the regulars by name and drink, and is a very hands on manager, never shying away from stepping in to help her staff if they’re super busy, almost always being in the shop for the twelve or so hours a day it was open.  While she has some renovation ideas brewing, she doesn’t plan on doing anything that would take away the charm of the place, or close it for an extended period of time.

All around, Losel is charming, attentive, and very business minded.  She doesn’t care to look back at the past, only forward to the future, and it seems exceptionally bright.

[theprojectfabulosity]

Random Photos ~ NY Years ~ Albany ~ By Photographer Divo Dennis Losel ~ Jeremiah Project Fabulosity #DennisLoselPhotography #NY #MenStyle #ArtNY #DivosSupportingDivos #ProjectFabulosity (at Albany, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLtbMtuF8v/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=