14th of October, 2013
"Она была совсем молода,
она училась только мечтать..."
The morning was fresh. The crisp air filled the room. I opened my eyes awaken by the first birthday caller this morning. I'm still getting used to waking up in the city. But I open my eyes, and, sure enough it is my little loft in Chicago. Sure the South Loop is still under developed, and that means a lot when you live in the murder capital of USA, but it has it's definite pluses...like the view:) the fact that you can rent a loft, and that so many great people are your neighbors.
"Hello" my mother's voice sounded happily into the phone. "Expect a flower delivery."
I try to shake off the dreams. I saw my parents, us as a family. I'm still a little girl then.
It was a typical late-September morning for The Windy City. Crisp breezes, a few clouds, but plenty of sunshine. Ksenia Poulber and the team were awaiting the arrival of the subject for the week’s much-anticipated shoot, D.C. Crenshaw. He entered PUBLIC Chicago adorned in semi-casual layers: blazer, buttoned shirt, jeans, and leather slip on shoes. The most exciting piece of his wardrobe was the main accessory - his adorable, 9 month old son, Cruise in a stroller.
The scene for Ani Gogova’s photoshoot – her own condo twenty floors high in the skyline of Chicago – captures my attention as soon as I walk in the door. Hundreds of books span floor-to-ceiling shelves, neatly aligned but evidently used. Abstract art and sculpture make the space appear as if it is alive and dancing. Nothing matches, yet everything fits. I seat myself on a deep chocolate leather sofa, waiting as Ani wraps up a phone call. There is no conversation, but I don’t mind. The room speaks to me, teasing details about the distinguished pianist’s world that I will soon come to know.