Krakow: A pretty girl who hates being photographed is photographed.
In the center of Warsaw lies a tiny room. The space in the room is mostly occupied by a large Photoplasticon and a few stools. The viewer sits and the Photoplasticon rotates to show three-dimensional pictures of Warsaw from the years 1915 to 1918. This particular photograph shows market vendors working on Szeroki Dunaj in the year 1916.
Take a break in Warsaw’s botanical gardens.
A visit to the Photoplasticon is a delightfully fitting frame for my next point: Warsaw is changing rapidly and blatantly. There are two types of Warsaw of my own label – “static” Warsaw, or the parts of the city that will never change due to historical significance and the honoring of architectural and aesthetic traditions, and “dynamic” Warsaw, the areas that have adopted the modernism of London and the sleek minimalism of Scandinavia. Pre-war brick structures are now being fitted with glass walls and ceilings. Newer restaurants look like the one pictured; this pizzeria also happens to be named after one of the oldest cemeteries in Europe, Powazki Cemetary, its neighbor across the street. People don’t discard old things in Warsaw; they simply allow them to grow and change with the times. For better or for worse, this mix amounts to quite a cool city.
Behold: the unbelievable beauty of a Russian autumn in Novgorod.
A friend and I were walking along Novgorod’s residential streets. A woman picked us off the street and ushered us into her garden. Tatiana was her name. She gifted us with kilos and kilos of produce: apples, plums, cucumbers, and homemade pickles. We were positively giddy.
She is so uniquely beautiful.
Hand-carved and painted domovoys. They are meant to protect your house. I couldn’t walk away without one.
If I were a guy, I’d move to Russia (but with that logic, Brazil would work too):
A Petersburg kind of night. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
It’s the simplest portrait that is often the most complicated.
Anon, New York, New York 3.10.2012
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