Twins, Moscow.
They grow side by side, like mirrors that almost touch.
Between them, a membrane.
I was born with a twin.
Three minutes apart. A and B.
And for years, it felt like we lived on either side of the same skin.
Separate but never truly a part.
We were one before we knew what it meant to be two.
Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to this image of the twins from Moscow - two young women, so alike it’s almost unsettling.
And yet, each holds something private, something just beyond the other’s reach.
- Jacob Aue Sobol