Sylvain Couzinet-Jacques • Aperture

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

“The pleasure of the few flickery seconds of this stately cortege is not simply the possibility of spotting Proust himself, but of seeing him in the ambiance that would become his fiction. It sends us irresistibly back to Swann’s first, barbed, encounter with his beloved Odette. Though she was one of the best-dressed women in Paris, he observes, she was encumbered by a corset designed to evoke ‘an imaginary stomach’ in a dress style which ‘gave a woman, that year, the appearance of being composed of different sections badly fitted together.'” Editorial • Guardian

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