I grew up in the 90s and from childhood I was instilled with a love for the West and denial of the USSR past, which resonated so painfully with my parents. I learned the idea that beauty is made up of cozy European streets and the palaces of the Tsars time. It took years for me to see my native city without stereotypes. I was able to unveil my Moscow, full of the unordinary, the unique, the charming and the beautiful.
I fell in love with constructivism in architecture, found a charm in the Stalinist Empire, and looked with fresh eyes at the architecture of Soviet modernism. I discovered bold decisions of architects, unusual geometry, novelty and experimentation, imagination and a completely different view on the familiar concept of "building".