I'm very interested in stopping time. And starting time. There is that aspect of time that I'm playing with, that it's elusive and unnoticed yet really in the end the most important thing.

I'm not interested in telling a story in my photographic work. I'm more interested in freezing certain moments in time.

My father was a dentist. And my mother was a - do we still say "housewife"? A home engineer.

When I first came to New York, in the '70s, artists were certainly divided about the Andy Warhol persona, and about the work. I thought it was utterly cool - I thought the Factory was utterly glamorous - but there were a lot of artists I really admired and respected who were older that kind of dismissed it, couldn't get it, and felt that there was a lack of seriousness about it.

I think the big news there - most post-menopausal women I know are not celibate.

I was aware that people thought a certain type of photo work was either stealing, borrowing, copying or dumb.

I feel like I've finally got to this place that I really want to be. The place where, in my fantasy, the characters just get up and walk around - this interstitial place between humans and dolls. But I also feel like, where am I supposed to go from here? Because this feels like the place I've always wanted to be, for my whole life of shooting.