At first, I wanted to capture desolated life—and the ways in which people reflect their environments. My journey took me to the city of Tbilisi, in Georgia. There, I found traces of the USSR in the city’s architecture and in the marks that these spaces have left on their current inhabitants. For example, inside a bath house, I made some portraits of the workers in front of their changing room. Before I took the photo, I built a relationship with the workers of the bathhouse. I also went to the