Since my return to Moscow in early January, I have been pretty serious about making it to the archive as much as possible and working all the time. As a result, my dissertation has been shaping up, but I haven’t been having as much fun. And in all truth, sometimes it’s hard to get up the gumption to go out when the ground is icy, the sky is grey and the car parked outside your building looks like this:
At any rate, I ended up scouting around the city a little more than usual. Now whenever I go out with a camera and look around, I always stumble across those peculiar Moscow treasures. For instance:
Then in one dark, empty gallery space, pinned up on the door was a set of sketches:
Indeed, the signs of KF’s Russification were increasingly disturbing. He just flew to Moscow with a large plastic bag full of dried victuals from the provinces to deliver to friends, and planned to return home from Moscow with another plastic bag full of DVDs and software.
Here's a close-up:
It reads: "I'm going to the tanning salon and these four are with me!"
Start laughing whenever you're ready.