From 2012-2014, I lived in Moscow, teaching English, singing in a band, learning to oil paint, figure modeling, and throwing ragers in one of the biggest cities in the world. It was my second time calling Moscow home; from 1993-1996, my family lived there; my earliest memories include my mom extinguishing cigarette butts in slush puddles, the fluorescent plastic coins that admitted you onto the metro, orange-flavored ice cream, and teachers telling me to STOP EATING SNOW ON THE PLAYGROUND. This series explores a city I’ve loved twice, and the nostalgia for a place lost to the current political landscape. I borrow from folk techniques like khokhloma and reference the hundreds of 35 mm photos I took before and during Russia’s invasion of Crimea.