Born and raised in Russia, and having lived in 6 countries, my travels bring unique storytelling to all of my work. I’ve lived in St. Petersburg, Boston, Montreal, Miami, Paris, Amsterdam, Sydney, Los Angeles, and most currently, New York. In each place, I’ve been fascinated with the city, the culture, and the people who create it.
When Alaska calls, you go, even if it's just for 48 hours.
On our way to Yosemite, we got a call saying our Airbnb was no longer available. "Wildfire Evacuation". (Noone was hurt)
Ah, the city of love. And homeless men feeding pigeons. Paris is way more interesting if you can manage to look beyond it's clichés.
To my own surprise, I spent a year living in, and actually enjoying, South Beach. It's not just palm trees, scantily clad women, and neon signs, after all.
Oh Hanoi. A bustling oasis for anyone who appreciates people watching, and the nuanced beauty of everyday humans doing everyday human things.
Beyond the jazz music and obvious tourism is a wonderful place full of the kind of real joy only struggle can bring.
While most people would be put off by Canada’s harsh winters, being born in Russia gave me a love of snow and winter that very few people in this world ever acquire. Canada will always have my heart.
In the summer of 2014, I took two months off to travel Europe, and that journey started here, in Barthelona.
I highly suspect I may have been Italian in my past life. No one loves wine, pizza, old architecture, and sinking cities this much.
Ever seen the movie “In Bruges”? It singlehandedly prompted this trip, and Bruges did not disappoint.
Halong Bay is the epitome of a place that simply doesn't feel real; a parallel universe where generations of families living in floating homes and fish their every meal among limestone islands topped with rainforests.
I'm not going to lie; I'm not much of a hiker. Unless I'm in the Swiss Alps, of course. You better believe this place will turn anyone into a fitness junkie just to get a glimpse of that view.
Infinity flip-flops for sale in a textile market in Hue, Vietnam.
One summer not too long ago, I spent a month living in Nice. 10% because I didn't want to forget my French. 90% because it's the French Rivera, duh.
Thousands of candles line Nices' main promenade as a tribute to the fallen victims of the 2016 terror attack.
The red hair and green eyes understandably throws a few people off when I tell them I'm Jewish, but hey, life is full of wonderful surprises. Like Israel.
If you like watching Planet Earth, this is living it. Somehow my own inner dialogue turned into David Attenborough on this particular trip.
Prague is full of intersections. Where Gothic meets modern. Metropolitan meets medieval. Where vices meet virtues. Where age meets youth.
A young girl sits chamouflaged in bright colors.
Everything looks better from above.