Wendy Whitelaw, Park Avenue, New York, 1981. Arthur Elgort

The man who named my narrow bed was a quiet person, but he had good questions. “I suppose you do love me, in your way,” I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. “And how else should I love you—in your way?” he asked. I am still thinking about that. — Anne Carson (from “Plainwater”) (quote via airwalker)