studying the art of getting by...

"Night is leaving and I stand at the window and I watch. Orange and pink streaks sail across the blue of the sky, large birds silhouette themselves against the red of the rising sun, clouds inch their way toward me. I can feel my heart beating and I can feel the weight of life beginning to drop and I realize why dawn is called mourning. I climb into bed and I climb under the covers and I close my eyes and I try to remember."

-a million little pieces-

James Frey

photography by Jack Stone , Adolph de Meyer, Audrey Leighton Rogers,  a boy 
and me