Felix Klee with one of the glove dolls - a gift from his father...)
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The curtain call, in a main course, was a dollop of light foie gras foam placed next to a juicy beef tenderloin under a piece of biscuitlike flatbread - a deliciously deconstructed Rossini, in other words.
It doesn’t seem like a titillating photograph: an orderly queue of Germans, waiting to enter a nondescript industrial site. It is dark. Just a single light illuminates the door. What does it look like? Like a color remake of Depression-era imagery: the factory entrance, the bread line.
- a type of flat, thin bread that is typically unleavened."Bread, in the form of thin, crisp flatbread, was made from the same grains."
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