This shit

This winter break, Lia and I will make macarons. We will fail, but I am sure even a bad macaron would taste like the remnants of something great. And that is good enough.

My most recent art project is a marker drawing of macarons. I think I am going a little crazy. From getting a taste of the glory that is Ladurée in Paris and now having to have gone 5 months without them… just images of those delicate pastel hamburgers make me want to cry softly in reverence.. T_T