Oh, Russia. Will I ever meet you?
I have this weird obsession with the place. Not its government or its official costume or anything like that, but more like its weather, architecture, and general scenery. I’ve always thought that Russia looks so magical, exotic, and romantic.
When I tell people this, they think I’m crazy. “It’s freezing!” They cry. “It’s a Communist country!”
Yes, I know. But it’s also terribly beautiful. It always looks dusky and mysterious. To me, it looks like something between a fairy tale and an unnerving, 1984-esque platform, both of which intrigue me. Maybe that’s why I love it—the combination of contrasting ideas. I also have a soft spot in my heart for freezing weather.
I have this fantastic collection of Life World Books from the 1960s, and the Russia book has always made me want to visit this dreamlike place. Below are some photographs from the book. You have to admit it’s lovely:
And here are some non-Life book photographs that fill my eyes with happiness.
Maybe one day I will be able to go. Right now, I hear it’s pretty unsafe for American women to visit. So, maybe in a few years? Until then, I’ll have to settle for Patagonia or Alaska or Antarctica—any of which I would jump at the chance to go to.