Sound was, once, at the heart of the new Soviet communist society. There was no time to be quiet. The progress was energetically hammered. Sound empowered: ‘dig and dream, dream and hammer, till your city comes!’ Soviet propaganda blazoned daily. Sound came out of factories, tractors, cars. Men and women, shoulder to shoulder, worked day […]
I love these pictures. I just had to have them on Caravanistan. I think Joe Wang has captured something about Kyrgyzstan that no one has managed to catch on film before. These aren’t horses frolicking on the jailoo in front of a snow-capped mountain. That’s the romanticized soul of Kyrgyzstan. This is the daily-grind, washing-up-when-you’re-tired-after-a-late-dinner-because-traffic-sucked-today soul of Kyrgyzstan.