My girls are close in age. Born within 18 months of each other, they are each other’s best friend or mortal enemy depending on the moment. Luckily for me its usually best friend. But because they are so close and I have other kids, they get treated as a unit “the girls”. “The girls” are at gymnastics. “The girls” have homework. Noa says “where are the girls?” “I want to play with them.” I try to give them some individual time and believe me when I say they are as different as the sun and the moon but still. The girls. I hope they aren’t in therapy for years over this. This is them on the last bit of film after a shoot. Oh and one of me. You can see more of them here.