One of the things I have gotten to this holiday season was to do a mini-exhibit of these vintage soviet postcards under the premise of office decoration. I made garlands and we look really popular, like we got over a hundred Christmas cards. As a bonus, it's a mini art history lesson of fifty years of amazing Soviet art. Because nothing says Christmas like a Christmas tree on the moon, the Kremlin star on the top of your ahem, New Year's tree, (there was no Christmas here, remember?) or Santa on a rocket.
The Ambassador's wife really enjoyed the display, since it ends up she's been collecting vintage cards at the flea market Ismailova until her hands get too cold without gloves to go through the cards. She brought me all her duplicates. I'm touched and kind of thrilled.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 