Victory Park

An avatar walks into a bar… Or so the joke begins. Incarnating a protein cocktail, an alien sex worker, the sultry scent of a chrysanth and geopolitics, it is as much biographical as fictional, as immediate as foreign. An avatar of this kind is like a bottle rocket, a catalyst that can make a mob explode, regroup and occupy the nearest shopping mall. The punch line never comes: the figure of speech attains shape and hits a passerby right in her right eye.

In her work “The City of Brides” Alena Zhandarova explores a well known legend in Russia: “The City of Brides”.