“I’d occasionally catch a glimpse of a lone man by the railway tracks, sometimes two. They would usually be sitting in comfortable silence on their overcoats, resting against the steep grassy verges leading up to the steel of the tracks. Sometimes, I’d see a drink in hand. Sometimes it would be a solitary, shirtless man, staring off towards the concreted landscapes beyond. I found this melancholy image intriguing and later asked a Russian friend what it was about. Her reply was simple: “That is the soul of Russia.””
Art beats: impressions of a Moscow festival
A recent article for Calvert Journal by Michael Salu.
Photography by Camille Blake