In her inaugural photo essay Daria Onegina illustrated the resilience of young people in not caring what afflicts the world, glibly smiling through it, comfortable knowing that their day will soon come. Her latest collection is the same and is the opposite. It’s about old folk, the closest category to the young, reverting to infantile habits, the cradle comes to resemble the grave. It’s at that age, where the future ceases being imagined and simply ceases to be. The future is then that same evening, the morning after, the cigarette you have after breakfast, the one you thought about during breakfast. And when the future liquidates itself, exhausted of possibilities, what is there left to do but smile?
With that in mind, smile along with Daria Onegina’s older folk, and hope you’ll be one of them some day.
