Self-portrait at a wine bar in NYC, where our awesome Siberian bartender did me the favor of understanding my stilted, mushy Russian. Practice!
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Philosoraptor!












(I'm ok w the vendoring...especially goods of hilarious bad quality or dubious usage (obama belts?), but these freak me out cause they're so evocative of the little Putin portraits I saw in every Russian house. Krasny ugol is not for deifying politicians.)
(THAT is a portrait. And its where it belongs: in the Natl Portrait Gallery)





