On a runaway train, our hearts collide.

Earth and air could not be more opposite than Mildred and Holly, 

yet in my head they acquired a Siamese twin-ship,

and the thread of thought that had sewn them together ran like this:

the average personality reshapes frequently, 

every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul-

desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change.

All right, here were two people who never would.

That is what Mildred Grossman had in common with Holly Golightly.

They would never change because they'd

 been given their character too soon;

 which, like sudden riches, 

leads to a lack of proportion:

the one had splurged herself into a top-heavy realist, 

the other a lopsided romantic.

I imagined them in a restaurant of the future,

Mildred still studying the menu for its nutritional values,

 Holly still gluttonous for everything on it.

It would never be different.

They would walk through life and out of it 

with the same determined step 

that took small notice of those cliffs at the left.

Excerpt from Truman Capote's "Breakfast as Tiffany's"

photos from we heart it

I've been sick, sick, sick.

And also very busy (which is not the best combination).

I had a photo shoot today,

 so I'll probably be posting some of my new work soon.

And I talked my friends into leaving New York.

Not for awhile, probably not for five years.

But when we do, we're going to move to Paris.

The whole lot of us will move out.

Hopefully New York won't miss us too much. (or vice versa).