Moscow is a moody creature, and quite unpredictable. Take this spring for example. You may expect the winter gloom to be lifted by now, giving way to warm bright days typical for this time of year - but she won't give you the satisfaction.
When we landed here in the beginning of April, the city met us with cold and windy weather, overcast skies and a promise of snow on the horizon.
All the more amazing the feeling when the clouds suddenly part, the numbers on the thermometer fly upwards, and for a single magical day the city shows you her happy face.
It's amazing how much the change in light can affect the atmosphere of the whole world around you - the city glows, rays of sun bouncing off every surface, filling the air with fresh spring colours. On a day such as this, there's only one way to go - across the glass-and-metal bridge into Gorky Park, trying to catch the fleeting moment, knowing that by tomorrow the spell will be broken and the blanket of grey will return once again.
And sure enough, as quickly as it began, it's over. The sky darkens and opens up with a nasty mixture of rain and wet snow, thrown against your face with the icy wind, as you seek refuge in the nearest museum.
Read my review of Fashion and Style in Photography 2017 biennale in MAMM here.