self-published, 21x29,7 cm, 23 pages,
More pictures on my flickr.
Recently I’ve been captivated by certain architectural images of soviet and post-soviet periods. It was a time of ruins, abandonment, devastation, emptiness and mutation. When I look at photos of deserted Pripyat and Chernobyl they seem to resemble my home town in 80s and 90s. I was a child and I clearly remember weeds taller than me growing from the cracky pavement in the center of the city, tumbledown houses, broken windows, ramshackle fences.. My interest isn’t architectural, but psychoanalytical in one sense. These images are still chasing me. At the time it seemed to me that all this atmosphere was alive, that those ruins and houses had organs and circulatory system, they became a part of nature, wilderness, they were acquiring personality and becoming monsters. Somehow I wanted to express this feeling in my book.