… he allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves. — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
ginger mint lemonade, porcelain, crisp white sheets, collages, dogs, old books, paris, spoons,
synths, rushmore, instagram, old maps, muji pens, new shoes, new york, greta grossman,
brian eno, airports, memories, september on cape cod, december in miami, babar, bowties,
the sea, cecily brown, fresh mango, warm lighting, brass, skyscrapers, and ranunculus.
[ all photos by micaela k. lade ]
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