Body Language

Vivian takes a shot on Red Square

I know I don’t look too comfortable in this picture that Vivian took of me. Americans simply have mediocre body language. I have an excuse– that long yellow line sticking up my wazoo.

Russian body language, on the other hand, is the language of life.

Our driver rescuing us from the airport.

I saw this girl standing on the sidewalk like she was frozen in place. Finally, I walked over and took her picture. She smiled and I walked away. I turned and she was still standing with legs crossed.

It was raining when we arrived in Moscow.Russia in the rain is best.

We went to buy a SIM card for our Russian cell phone. I kept asking the sales girl if I could take her picture. She did not comply so I grabbed a picture of her in action behind the cell phone chain tree.

I do have an almost nice one of her totally out of focus.

For the most part, I’m trying to resist photographing the street fashion. It is so wonderful, though. I have a picture of an apparently drunk girl (she certainly smelled of booze) in a beautifully weird hoop gown that is everywhere it shouldn’t be. And I refused, almost on moral grounds, to photograph the long-legged girl in the see-through mini.

The next post will be about Dushanbe, Tajikistan.