The thing about forests is the inherent mystery they exude. There’s something eerie about them, ghost-like even. They don’t bother nobody, if nobody bothers them. Well, recently, that propensity to keep a low-profile went up in smoke, literally. Raging fires surrounded Moscow, with forests showing the type of damage they were capable of doing. You mess with forests and they’ll mess with you back. Sad thing is, forests actually hold a special place in Russian folklore, so it was particularly saddening to see them being vilified in such a way, such was the rage with which they carried themselves during several weeks, covering most of Moscow in a thick, black cloud of smoke. Given the negative press they got, we thought it necessary to step up, and ask one of Russia’s foremost contemporary photographers to spend a couple of days training his eye on these oft-forgotten urban oxygen masks and give us a little insight into what, if anything, made Russian forests so glorious.

Photography Gosha Rubchinskiy

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