Linda Lomelino

Les sommets enneigés du Kangchenjunga,

au-dessus de la ville de Darjeeling.

The snowy peaks of Kangchenjunga, towering over the city of Darjeeling.

S comme Solus. Locus Solus1 Pour aller y songer et vous souvenir, cherchez la splendeur de quelques sites singuliers et solitaires gardés par le silence des statues. En certaines saisons, quand souffle le sirocco, les choses vues vous sembleront sitôt surgies de siècles et de séjours somptueux et très éloignés2.

1. Locus Solus a paru en feuilleton de décembre 1913 à mars 1914, sous le titre Quelques heures à Bougival dans Le Gaulois du Dimanche. Chaque livraison était décorée d’un bandeau représentant la grille d’un parc avec au fronton l’inscription Locus Solus. Cf. F. Caradec, op. cité. 2. À Naples, une visite au Musée archéologique fera découvrir des mosaïques et des statues antiques.

S as in Solus: Locus Solus1 To go there to reminisce and dream, search for the splendor of some singular and solitary sites guarded by silent statues. In certain seasons, when the sirocco blows, sightings will appear to loom up from centuries past and from distant and sumptuous sojourns.2

1. Locus Solus was first published in serial form between December 1913 and March 1914, with the title Quelques Heures à Bougival, in Le Gaulois du Dimanche. Each article featured a banner representing the iron gate to a park with “Locus Solus” inscribed on the pediment. See F. Caradec, Raymond Roussel. 2. In Naples, discover the mosaics and ancient statues in the archaeological museum.

Meet this photographer and cake baker, as she talks about her work and shares her most special place, in images and words.

Linda Lomelino knows the score: her parents are musicians, as are her brothers and her fiancé, and she sometimes accompanies them on the bass guitar. She has her own group, too, Death in the Afternoon, but she is above all a culinary stylist. When her photography studies failed to lead to a job, she set herself up on her own, in her kitchen, with a few old cookbooks for inspiration. During Linda’s childhood, her mother was constantly baking cakes, and she admits to being a picky eaterexcept for sweets. Cakes and pastries, her comfort foods on the Swedish Kattegat coast, where she still lives. She took up photography again for her blog. She uses an ordinary camera, accessories gleaned here and there and fresh flowers: her cupcakes and cakes topped with icings and frostings are showcased to perfection, bathed in white or blueish light, with just a hint of human presence. Her pictures are contemporary transpositions of 17th-century Flemish still lifes. In those days, an art was passed from master to apprentice; Linda shares hers on her blog and in her books (My Sweet Kitchen, Roost Books, 2017), in step-by-step recipes with tips for visual effects. She dreams of opening her own pastry shop, where she can give cooking workshops for small groups. “Less is more,” she says.

“The place where I feel most at home . . .

is, in fact, a little ride I like to go on near my home on a sunny spring day. I hop on my bike and cycle past meadows, with the sun on my face, breathing in the sweet scent of the flowers. Then I go through a forest, a lovely warm spot, where sometimes I stop to picnic in the summer, and then I pedal on to the ice-cream vendor. I have a weakness for Italian ice cream! I always pick two flavors, a fruity one and one with a richer taste: raspberry and hazelnut, for example.”


Jean-François Rey