I "sent for one of those squat, plump little cakes called petites madeleines, which look as though they had been molded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell.
“No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs ... than the vicissitudes of life [became] indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory....
"This essence was not in me, it was me."
Quote from Marcel Proust, here
Interpretation by Red Hair Girl
Photographed w/ the aid of my sister
“No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs ... than the vicissitudes of life [became] indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory....
Quote from Marcel Proust, here
Interpretation by Red Hair Girl
Photographed w/ the aid of my sister
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