In the Year 2070... - Sara is in Love with…

Flying cars? Beaming devices? Food from tubes? Science fiction is full of dreams about the future, but what will my year 2070 be like?

I will be an old lady with wrinkled skin if I am still alive in 2070. Thanks to my vegan, relatively healthy lifestyle and my discipline when it comes to attending my pilates lessons and saying no to addictions all my life, my chances are good that I will be fine.

I won’t fly to the moon or relocate to Mars, but I may have become something like an Iris Apfel of my generation. I will still have pink hair and keep my passion for colours and style. My wardrobe will be a tapestry of memories from all my travels and many years on earth. Whenever somebody asks after a bangle or a jacket, I will have a thrilling story of how I came to this piece, and it will not involve any commercial chains.

Since I will not have grandchildren, I might bother other young people with stories from my wild past, whether they want to listen or not. I might play my age and ignore the fact that they are not interested, and I will show them the crazy pictures I took when I was younger.

Born as a storyteller many years ago, I will have had the time to write my book till now, and hopefully, I did find a publisher. There was an exhibition about me and my style in London, and I put an effort into it, putting all the misfit pieces of my life together.

Hopefully, I will accept, if not embrace, the signs of time my body will carry and be proud of the journey of my body’s changes documented in photography. If some photographers were still willing to take my picture, I would not miss the camera lights, even if my pose might have become slightly less adventurous. I want to inspire and be a positive role model of age. Who needs a flying car when they can have this…