The Season of Vytsotsky
Arriving with a smell of vodka, a haze of cigarette smoke, and the haunting voice of a man, piercing the air with raw, unbridled passion.
Arriving with a smell of vodka, a haze of cigarette smoke, and the haunting voice of a man, piercing the air with raw, unbridled passion.
Black, while frequently disregarded as a mere shade, boasts a symbolism as intricate as that of any color, rivaling only the multifaceted blue.
"I find happiness wherever my suitcases are"
Echoing from a point in time that contains and conjoins us all.