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Last Days of the 20th Century, Part 1 |
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Along the way, I photographed and interviewed hundreds of characters whose paths I crossed: renowned musicians and homeless philosophers, legendary pilots and former KGB agents. I encountered and became enamored with beautiful psychologists, dancers, and cellists.
The odyssey began as a kaleidoscope of seemingly disparate faces and philosophies, but when I reached my motherland, Russia, I realized what had propelled me: the desire to come to terms with the death of my father, Evgeny Rukhin, a painter whose social politics led to the torching of his studio by the KGB in 1976, and his tragic death. I moved to the US with my mother when I was 8.
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