Clustered like trees, these new towers are set at the edges of Moscow. Huddled for warmth and political protection in a city marked at every intersection by the resurrection from perdition of buildings once lost to politics and now restored to glory as tourist attractions.
The Gum Gallery, a showcase of brands and marketing schemes! The glass dome like a greenhouse, radiates daylight into a glum-by-climate. This hothouse of desires not only captures wants but also stages them as stepping stones to accomplishment.
Perched on churches are chime laden steeples. Restored and reinstated by popular demand.
Inside out. Behind the shrouded heads, a 2000 year tradition of covering and behind the doors a tradition of only-the-holy approaching. A tradition of holy and holier that has not been completely reframed by a socialist politics. A re-emergence of a power imbalance.
“We have come to bury Caesar not to praise him….” The bard may have had the politics more correct than the feelings. Politics and change are the companions of our age. The Dutch philosopher had it right, “Everything is politics and politics is everything..” At the base of the mausoleum in simple script is Lenin’s name. Simple. Above his crypt every major announcement is proclaimed from that foundation. The changes are not about substance but about people-pleasing. Somehow we get the politicians we greed for.