I’m mostly interested in everyday incongruity and Russia remains great for that. You never really know what you’ll stumble across: this was shot when I was exiting the metro doing my Christmas shopping.
This shot was taken in the mid-1990s. The wonderfully tatty, malfunctioning phones have been replaced by boring, shiny new ones that remain mostly unused since all Russians now have at least a dozen cell-phones.
And Ded Moroz [Father Frost] is rather down-market, reduced to touting his gold and jewellery repairs. These days I’d expect to see him advertising something much fancier, or perhaps just lounging by his Mercedes surrounded by bodyguards.

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