Do you remember how the evening becomes alive in Rose’s (Titanic) memory, as she descends down the stairwell to the party? Festive mood is everywhere; everybody smiles …
Or Lea (Film Cheri), who sees a young exercising athlete from her hotel balcony, and thus begins their short, exciting romance…
This is how the thoughts of people who might have been here, the scenes that might have developed in this space, will be reflected in the mind.
Rubble, dust, broken windows, uprooted flooring, sockets torn out of walls – this is what is visible today in a forgotten sanatorium in Tskaltubo, or rather what you see today, though you still stubbornly perceive beyond the given. The details, the little flakes that give life to boundless fantasies … the color of walls, remaining oak flooring, all rooms had a balcony with a park view. Rich columns, with Hellenistic arc capital and Soviet furniture that does not go with it at all, though it is exactly this imbalance that creates the era, the feeling of the era. And the imagination goes back there, in that time. Makes you think about how the Soviet people lived here. Would ordinary Soviet citizens rest here or only senior officials and people close to them? Probably many love stories took place here, many jealous scenes. Much intrigue and gossip would have spread …
We had to infringe on private property to get to take pictures of this place, some of the sanatoriums were sold and fenced off, though with no sign of revival. We did not meet anyone during shooting, and nothing interrupted us except for the coming darkness and rain, which did not leave time to think, though we did still collect photo material.
Do you remember how the evening becomes alive in Rose’s (Titanic) memory, as she descends down the stairwell to the party? Festive mood is everywhere; everybody smiles …
Or Lea (Film Sherrie), who sees a young exercising athlete from her hotel balcony, and thus begins their short, exciting romance…
This is how the thoughts of people who might have been here, the scenes that might have developed in this space, will be reflected in the mind.
Rubble, dust, broken windows, uprooted flooring, sockets torn out of walls – this is what is visible today in a forgotten sanatorium in Tskaltubo, or rather what you see today, though you still stubbornly perceive beyond the given. The details, the little flakes that give life to boundless fantasies … the color of walls, remaining oak flooring, all rooms had a balcony with a park view. Rich columns, with Hellenistic arc capital and Soviet furniture that does not go with it at all, though it is exactly this misbalance that creates the era, the feeling of the era. And the imagination goes back there, in that time. Makes you think about how the Soviet people lived here. Would ordinary Soviet citizens rest here or only senior officials and people close to them? Probably many love stories took place here, many jealous scenes. Much intrigue and gossip would have spread …
We had to infringe on private property to get to take pictures of this place, some of the sanatoriums were sold and fenced off, though with no sign of revival. We did not meet anyone during shooting, and nothing interrupted us except for the coming darkness and rain, which did not leave time to think, though we did still collect photo material.
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