The playbills posted along the pathways and in the parks in Moscow just fascinate me. There is the mix of familiar and utterly alien … I can figure out the Sol Cerveza ads, but some of the things defy even my most dogged backwards-engineering.

The one thing that I do note is that there is very little guerilla signage. I think if the guys who inflicted the Mooninites on Boston tried that shit here, they’d be skinned alive by the ever-vigilant Red Army officers … not because the officers are so dedicated to preserving the public order, but because they see it as a really good opportunity to extract a fatass bribe.