Russia first grabbed me during the heady days of Perestroika when I was a 14-year-old exchange student. In my adult life, as I shuttled between China and Europe, I always looked out the airplane window longing to explore this vast land of snow, forest, and vodka.
When I first moved to Moscow in 2006, the city was as cold and unyielding as a concrete wall. But inside lived thoughtful and warm people ready to share a bottle and be your friend, for the night, or for life.
Mesmerized by both the incredible light and the medieval darkness that surround Russia and its people, I stayed until 2011 photographing everyone from the president and billionaires to criminals and the down-and-out.