Saturday, May 12, 2018

"La Petite Madeleine, C'est Moi"

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

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