St-Petersburg-When in Russia…

Lots of people watching and touristing the main events around the city. I became a bit more creative and bold with my people watching and photographing.
I had a rather awesome moment when I was walking down Nevsky Prospekt, the main shopping and dinning thoroughfare in the city. I looked up to see a tv crew and several women dressed 90’s dancing. They pulled me into the dancing and filmed me as well, so I now can only assume I’m on Russian television….
The people watching was amazing and as an experience I left my heart in St Petersburg. Every moment in the city was enjoyable. From the best Indian food to amazing smoothies and desserts. I consumed the city and was left wanting more.
I have so many lovely images of people walking through the main square in front of The Church of Spilled Blood, but will not have access to them until I return home. In the meantime here are a few of the shots I was able to take on my phone.

Love the colours


Perfect moment, love the white jeans

British influence….everywhere

I met a couple who were traveling with their gnome Charlie


St Petersburg-Spasiba!

Is it possible to be rendered this speechless by a place in the world? Russia feels strangely familiar, intense, beautiful, hardened, gilded suffering, and a place of extremes. It is currently summer here and the days are long, the sun only setting around 2am. I giggle to myself as to how the local mothers put their young ones to bed before midnight. The city definitely takes advantage of the “white nights” and bustles well into the wee hours, runners take their evening exercise around 11:30. There is a feeling industry and development, with construction happening late into the night, and workers taking advantage of the hard won light.
My body is still trying to adjust to the lack of darkness, and I have found napping to be a great pleasure.
On to the fashion and physical presentation of the people. I have seen some of the most beautifully dressed individuals in this city. Remarkable refinement walking down the street with a soviet cinderblock jungle as the backdrop.
Flowing skirts, stilettos, fitted suits, and couture jackets….it’s a feast for the eyes.
Not all of my photographs are accessible at the moment, so this post will be a place holder for what is the come when I get home next month.
I will confess to be even more shy in Russia when it comes to asking to take someone’s photograph, but I’m going to try and work up to it. Also not everyone speaks clear and comprehensive English so I’m not sure how to communicate fully.
So my answer to this conundrum is to photograph shoes! Lots and lots of beautiful footwear in this city, enjoy!

My tourist moment at Peterhof Palace