I am 28, suddenly I am 29.
When I was 18 I thought that by the age of 30 I was going to live in NYC, I would own a studio near Central Park. A busy life full of appointments, foreign names. All strangers to me, but I would know myself.
I am walking to my new house, my house number 20, I do not live in NYC.
I am not surrounded by strangers and most faces are familiar.
I own a Mac, good headphones, many hard drives with my photographs.
I am not a mum, I am not a wife, I am not famous.
Why is the universe not talking to me? Am I missing the signs?
If only Saturn would wait a few more years…
Saturn Return consists of 28 portraits to women aged between 27 and 30.