Showing posts with label Moscow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moscow. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2012

April 29, 2012


Alexander von Humboldt observed the natives not perhaps much differently than I still try to do the Moscovites. Indeed, if I could better bear in mind that I am rather in a dormant human society – be that by nature or nurture – I might be less often annoyed and bored by the common natives.

Sometimes it seems quite clear: the higher the heel, the lower the level.

Those who don’t notice they are in a crowd.             
     
If their psyches are as awkward and motley as “their” style of dress and deportment…

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Thoughts on observations on Moscow streets


People imagine they are cool when they are being smoked by tobacco.

Is it not already so for me that is it of more unpredictable interest whether that stray dog will return and eat the big sausage I saw him bury deep in a snow pile, than what most Moscovites will do next?

High-heeled wound-up dolls on Moscow’s streets. A public catwalk sale. Some taking their bodies our for the show.

With the dissolution of the Russian-Soviet social mores, Russian teens are swamped in their own self-centeredness. But they are barely to blame.