Tblisi 1991

In late 1991 I was in Tblisi, My reasons for being in the area were not intentionally to cover the political theatre, I was under the travel ticket of a juggling convention working my first overseas story for the Guardian. Roomed by a local family, and not understanding the drinking custom, I left their apartment every morning jacked up on ice cold vodka and weighed down on stone solid cheese-bread. This, together with the visual excitement of the streets under strained internal strife, made me go at it. My reaction to all this excitement was purely photographic, and certainly not as a report of the events, just a slice of the street life of the time. I have only recently rediscovered this work, perhaps due to the Vodka, and as cameras were thin on the ground during this period and certainly not much foreign media.