I took this one before I went to church today (yes, I went to church, try not to faint… and please don’t give me the stuff about how it’s patriarchal… I KNOW it’s patriarchal… I just take it piecemeal). You can’t hear it – but Fedya was purring like a Mercedes engine. I wish theContinue reading “Things fall apart: only family remains (when you’re lucky enough to have them)”
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Between us girls: my interview with Anna Gutsol
Go, read the interview with the leader of what is arguably one of the most scandalous organizations in Ukraine. I don’t necessarily agree with Anna on everything, but it was both fun and challenging to talk to her about boobs, sex tourists, prostitution, and the image of Ukrainian women abroad.
Burned-out car not far from the train station
If you asked me, I couldn’t really tell you why this picture makes me smile, but it does. Maybe it has to do with the idea that even something that’s been burned and trashed has a certain dark appeal.
Monday Music: the “here, at the end of all things” edition
The worst part of being me right now is not being able to hold a glass properly. I went to my cousin’s wife’s birthday dinner last night, and made an ass out of myself while attempting to down a glass of champagne. I will spell it out: I am having trouble drinking champagne. The world,Continue reading “Monday Music: the “here, at the end of all things” edition”
On the metro. 9 p.m.
My big shoulder-bag, one of the stars of this essay, doesn’t lend itself to traveling with an iPod if I don’t have a coat with pockets on. On the metro, coming back from spray-painted, moonlit Obolon’, I ended up having to stuff it in the waistband of my jeans as I stood by the door,Continue reading “On the metro. 9 p.m.”
Natalia A. 