You could tell that it was a slippery intersection where Asia collided with Europe and East with West. Westwards, institutional mass-functionality faded into individualistic architecture-aestheticism. Stacking concrete, steel, and glass tall and wide, eastern brutalism could be read as a statement. Socialism. Sufficiency. Power. Dominance. The western way was simply the way of least resistance. No statement so long as everything is nice and cozy and pretty and wooden underneath the shingles. My mind was drawn to the socialist idealism, my heart to the democratic warmth encoded in these urban blueprints.
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Baku / Azerbaijan · 2018 red night
Baku / Azerbaijan · 2018 blue night
Bayterek Tower, Astana / Kazakhstan · 2018 if the sun ever fell into our hands
Bishkek / Kyrgyzstan · 2018 brutally functional
You could see why they put it there.
Sighnaghi / Georgia · 2018 views for miles
With so much light you could hardly call it a night.
Tbilisi / Georgia · 2018 melodic bulbs
Chiatura / Georgia · 2018 yawning cable car station
Chiatura / Georgia · 2018 stores & mores