Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Meet the swans.

"But he's got a point, I should feel guilty.
Not because they would have given me the part or because
 I would have been good: they wouldn't and I wouldn't.
If I do feel guilty, I guess it's because
 I let him go on dreaming when I wasn't dreaming a bit.
I was just vamping for time to make a few self-improvements:
 I knew damn well I'd never be a movie star.
It's too hard; and if you're intelligent, it's too embarrassing.
My complexes aren't inferior enough: 
being a movie star and having a big fat ego are supposed to go hand-in-hand;
 actually, it's essential not to have any ego at all.
I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous.
That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it;
but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along.
I want to still be me when I wake up 
one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's."

Excerpt from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Truman Capote.
Photographs by jared douglas martin