Later on the following day, Yuuri receives a response to his message: a photograph, and a single line of text.
It's a direct message, not posted to any public account. Because in spite of Yuri's enthusiasm for documenting his life through carefully curated digital pixels, some pictures are not meant for the public eye.
(Some things don't need to be shared, except with people who understand them.)
The picture is angled slightly to take in the widest possible view of a fairly small space. An old kitchen table, covered in baking ingredients and equipment, dominates the frame. The labels may be in Russian, but it's easy to identify bags of flour and rice, a bottle of cooking oil, a container of eggs, a flat parcel wrapped in white butcher paper. Several plates and bowls of different sizes, scattered measuring cups and spoons, and a pair of worn but clean dish towels laid on a wire cooling rack all look ready to be put to use. Just visible behind the table is a cooking range that has seen better days -- or some equivalent of better days, for a block of workers' flats built in the later part of the Soviet era and hardly renovated since then.
The caption beneath the picture is simple. дедка says he's glad you liked them. testing second batch today.
There's no mention of the exhibition, or Viktor, or anything but the work in progress.
(Some things have to take priority, when you only have one day to make them happen.)
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Date: 2017-09-28 03:15 am (UTC)Later on the following day, Yuuri receives a response to his message: a photograph, and a single line of text.
It's a direct message, not posted to any public account. Because in spite of Yuri's enthusiasm for documenting his life through carefully curated digital pixels, some pictures are not meant for the public eye.
(Some things don't need to be shared, except with people who understand them.)
The picture is angled slightly to take in the widest possible view of a fairly small space. An old kitchen table, covered in baking ingredients and equipment, dominates the frame. The labels may be in Russian, but it's easy to identify bags of flour and rice, a bottle of cooking oil, a container of eggs, a flat parcel wrapped in white butcher paper. Several plates and bowls of different sizes, scattered measuring cups and spoons, and a pair of worn but clean dish towels laid on a wire cooling rack all look ready to be put to use. Just visible behind the table is a cooking range that has seen better days -- or some equivalent of better days, for a block of workers' flats built in the later part of the Soviet era and hardly renovated since then.
The caption beneath the picture is simple. дедка says he's glad you liked them. testing second batch today.
There's no mention of the exhibition, or Viktor, or anything but the work in progress.
(Some things have to take priority, when you only have one day to make them happen.)