#the stacks

She really hadn't done anything but sleep, numbed with the pills she'd popped before she'd eased herself into her blankets and let the world disappear for a while. Unsure if it was the ache settling back in as the narcotics wore off or the sounds of Evie coming home that woke her, the thought of moving was inconceivable.

@claudiopogo and @wysocka.magdalena take-over @archivalzone with their project @the_stacks

stacks were shot over a couple of visits at the New York Public Library's Picture Collection @nyplpicturecollection

About the Picture Collection:

"Since its creation in 1915 as a resource for artists, Illustrators, designers, teachers, students, and general researchers, The New York Public Library's Picture Collection provides 1.5 million circulating images clipped from books and magazines across 12,000 subject headings, from clothing and dress to military battles to insects. The collection also features extensive holdings of prints, photographs, vintage postcards, and greeting cards, and around 150,000 non-circulating reference images from the early 1900s and prior. The Library has digitized 45,000 of these historic items as part of its online Digital Collections.

The Picture Collection's unique arrangement of items into subject headings makes it useful to researchers in many creative fields, including artists; documentary filmmakers; set, prop, and costume makers for stage and film; graphic novel writers; and fashion designers. The collection has provided inspiration and insight to some of the most well-known and influential visual artists in the world-including Diego Rivera, Andy Warhol, and Taryn Simon-and it continues to serve the needs of the creative community to this day." (Quoted from the Library's Website)

The project is a work in progress and intended to become a photobook published by @outerspacepress in the near future.

The nice thing about such a large complex in such a small town, was that there was always more than enough guest parking. Making sure the makeshift curtains were pulled across the windows to keep people from seeing the bedding still in the back, she sat in the front seat of the wagon and stared at the words on the phone.

Why did he have to go and say shit like that? Perfect, lovely, shit that made her question everything she'd thought she knew about the past. Filled her pounding head with what ifs. Hands shaking on the steering wheel, knowing she was here to say goodbye to her best friend for a few weeks, she a mess of chest crushing anxiety and nausea.

Before she even knew what she was doing her hands were digging, scrounging through the console and the cracks in the seats, desperate to find something. Even just the- Yes!

A baggie coated in a decent amount of left overs that she managed the teeny tiniest line scraped up with the edge of her bank card, Penny sucked on the back after for good measure before tossing it to the floor of the passenger side. It wasn't enough for a buzz, but it was enough to settle her hands, to release the grip on her entire chest cavity. To function.

Finally making her way from her car and into Emily's building, she ran her finger down the list before realizing she didn't even know her last name and instead pulling out her phone.