by Zoë Pollock
Anna Skladmann photographs the children of wealthy Russians. She recounts:
When I came to Jacob’s room, he was sitting on the bed. There was a collection of weapons, mostly Kalashnikovs, real ones, next to him. He picked up an old machine pistol that had been used during the Second World War and pretended to shoot at the ballerinas twirling on the TV screen. His grandmother had come into the room earlier and put on a cultural channel, perhaps to balance the guns.