Izmailovsky Flea Market is one of the few Moscow markets where time seems to have stopped. Everything is mixed together here: Soviet flags, wooden toys, old vinyl records, dishware, pins, and random objects—everything that has accumulated over the years and hasn’t been thrown away.
I noticed that scattered throughout this sea of mundane things, red keeps popping up. On the flag with Lenin. On a passerby’s jacket. On a plastic chair by the counter. On the Moscow coat of arms. On the matryoshka doll.
This resulted in a series in which red connects the disparate: the Soviet past and today, ideology, objects, and people. It is the red that helps us see how much remains from another time, and how that other time peacefully coexists alongside the present.