I just came across
this young photographer’s work. It struck a very personal note with me.. His images look like visitors in my family album, from the days when I lived in the extreme Far North of Siberia. They are hauntingly beautiful, stripped of any pretense, and spontaneous. A veil of bleak beauty covers them, distancing the viewer from the viewed..
P.S. I do wonder though, how did he - and his camera - survive in those temperatures. It takes years to persuade your body and mind to marginally agree with the extremities of that place…