March 2019
A photographer with a greater inclination toward pathos might claim it is your duty to discover new places and faces through your pictures. A more introspective one, however, might argue that it is equally rewarding to uncover new qualities in familiar faces, to find hidden details in everyday corners that are thought to be well-known.
Central Europe, once a bustling, Babylonian melting pot of cultures and ethnicities, became a rigorously mono-ethnic aquarium through post-war socioeconomic experiments. Now, the aquarium is slowly filling up again: mostly with the Russian-speaking Eastern European community, without it ever really getting noticed, let alone applauded. Given the region’s historical legacy, this renewed coexistence can be an uneasy one. Newcomers are typically unaware of local nuances and idiosyncrasies, and their initial illusions of mutual similarity quickly give way to perceptions of mutual differences.
A photographer with a greater inclination toward pathos might claim it is your duty to discover new places and faces through your pictures. A more introspective one, however, might argue that it is equally rewarding to uncover new qualities in familiar faces, to find hidden details in everyday corners that are thought to be well-known.
Central Europe, once a bustling, Babylonian melting pot of cultures and ethnicities, became a rigorously mono-ethnic aquarium through post-war socioeconomic experiments. Now, the aquarium is slowly filling up again: mostly with the Russian-speaking Eastern European community, without it ever really getting noticed, let alone applauded. Given the region’s historical legacy, this renewed coexistence can be an uneasy one. Newcomers are typically unaware of local nuances and idiosyncrasies, and their initial illusions of mutual similarity quickly give way to perceptions of mutual differences.
Locals, on the other hand, respond with polite indifference bordering on suspicion: a cold distrust, like that of an ex-lover who just wants you to return the keys and swiftly close the chapter. Each of us seems to have a distinct idea of what these Eastern newcomers represent, though these preconceived stereotypes often contradict each other—from migrant workers to nouveau riche, from runaway dissidents to ex-KGB. People from very different countries, ethnicities, and sociopolitical backgrounds—who often would not find common ground with one another—are collectively labeled and dismissed as "Russkies."
I decided to put my own vague stereotypes to the test.
My method of choice here was deeply emblematic: I placed a classified ad in a Russian language expat group, inviting absolute strangers to my studio on a rainy Saturday. I would instantly shoot all comers, trying to quickly assess the unfamiliar face before me and judge their background and character. Only afterward would I open up and ask about their life story—what brought them here, and where they are headed.
"Capture those work-worn hands!" laughed a seamstress I had assumed to be a well-off, upper-class wife.
Is there any life lesson to be learned? Perhaps. Despite shedding some light on the face, most of our story always remains in the shadow...
I decided to put my own vague stereotypes to the test.
My method of choice here was deeply emblematic: I placed a classified ad in a Russian language expat group, inviting absolute strangers to my studio on a rainy Saturday. I would instantly shoot all comers, trying to quickly assess the unfamiliar face before me and judge their background and character. Only afterward would I open up and ask about their life story—what brought them here, and where they are headed.
"Capture those work-worn hands!" laughed a seamstress I had assumed to be a well-off, upper-class wife.
Is there any life lesson to be learned? Perhaps. Despite shedding some light on the face, most of our story always remains in the shadow...