Proust’s letters to his noisy neighbours: “It seems almost too perfect that Proust, the bedridden invalid, would have sent notes upstairs, sometimes by messenger, sometimes through the post, to implore the Williamses to nail shut the crates containing their summer luggage in the evening, rather than in the morning, so that they could be better timed around his asthma attacks.”
that’s my secret
I’m always tired
*transforms into the incredible sloth*
Budapest-based photographer Bianka Schumann's series Arkhai captures the fragile transition from childhood to adulthood. Using her younger brother and his best friend as subjects, Schumann documents the secretive “no man’s land” of adolescence in evocative portraits.