Rafal Milach has spent years and most of his income figuring out why he is drawn to certain geographical territories. Is it a search for a sense of belonging? Most photographers never come to understand a place they are drawn to. But they must love it and all that comes with it: its people, food, drunkenness, taxis, music, and landscape.
Milach has been haunted by Russia, and by seven people in particular. He spent six years with those people in three cities: Moscow, Yekaterinburg, and Krasnoyarsk. As thirty-somethings, they are intermediates between the ineradicable Soviet mentality and the increasingly anxious Russian mind of today. In Russian, a language in which there is a separate word for everything, the word ‘country’ means both the territory and the government.
Milach’s search is a fascinating and subtle journey into a loss of direction, into a sad and beautiful connection with Russia.
Text by Liza Faktor