The Trove of Erotic Roman Art That Scandalized Europe’s Royals

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For more than 1,600 years, the remains of Herculaneum—a lavish Roman resort town 10 miles north of Pompeii—lay buried beneath a deluge of Vesuvian ash. It wasn’t until 1738, under the rule of King Charles III, that the ancient settlement was re-discovered a few miles from the royal hunting palace at Portici.

The ensuing excavation, masterminded by Swiss army engineer Karl Weber, eventually unearthed one of the greatest treasure troves in archeological history: la Villa dei Papiri, home to over 1,800 carbonized scrolls and the only extant library from Roman antiquity.

Then, in 1752, Weber stumbled across something else—a marble statue of what appeared to be two figures locked in eternal embrace. Some 300 feet below ground, soot and darkness obscured the finer features of the specimen. Wasting no time, Weber swiftly ordered the statue to the surface for further inspection.

By the time the artifact was disgorged, borne on the backs of several straining prison laborers, the entire court of King Charles III was on hand to witness this latest unveiling. The air was thick with suspense. Rushing ahead of the royal procession, servants had arranged an assembly of folding chairs, a picnic, and a makeshift canopy over the entrance to Weber’s tunnel. A court artist had been marshalled to capture a preliminary rendering. As the statue came into view, the seated courtiers strained for a glimpse.


There was a pair of horns. No, two. Four cloven feet at varying degrees of elevation. The marbled duo gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, one supplicant, the other languid and obsequious.

Staring back at them was Pan—god of the shepherds—contentedly penetrating a female goat.

Thoroughly scandalized, the king promptly fled, ordering the cessation of all excavation efforts at Herculaneum and the immediate isolation of the offending statue in a locked cupboard. Rather than bolstering the prestige of the nascent Bourbon regime, the archeological expedition seemed instead to have yielded a colossal embarrassment.

As news of the discoveries at Herculaneum and Pompeii spread, a French nobleman named Gabriel Seigneux de Correvon traveled to Italy to tour the sites. Upon returning home, he lavished the king with “immortal praise” for his patronage, enthusing that the excavation “crowns the glory of a magnanimous King whose sensible authority directs and leads this great undertaking.” Mollified, the king relented, and the dig was soon resumed in earnest.

Still, if there was any suspicion that the statue had been an aberration in a trove of otherwise “proper” antiquities, these hopes were soon dashed. As excavators dug deeper, a torrent of ever-more-libidinous relics emerged: frescoes and mosaics of interspecies fornication, terracotta satyrs dwarfed by their own gargantuan members, and—in one instance—a set of bronze wind chimes depicting a gladiator at war with his own panther-shaped phallus.

And then there was the profusion of stand-alone male organs, protruding from street corners and shop walls and, on occasion, even serving as massive concrete tombstones. As one pithy journalist would later summarize, the “display at Naples shows penises with bells hanging from them, penises with legs, penises with wings and, in one instance, a penis with bells, legs and wings.”

By 1794, the erotic antiquities had grown numerous enough to merit their own cloistered room in the Herculaneum Museum at Portici. At the dawn of the 19th century, they were relocated to the Royal Bourbon Museum (today the National Archaeological Museum of Naples). Following an 1819 visit by another scandalized royal—this time, the future King Francesco I—the 102 “monuments of pagan licentiousness” were formally sequestered. The space came to be known as the Gabinetto Segreto, or Secret Cabinet, open only to those of “mature age and proven morality” who had been issued a special entry permit.


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