Although I knew Sergei Chilikov had been seriously ill for a long time, I couldn’t believe he had passed away. I still don’t believe it. His youngest son was named Dar [Gift], and Sergei Chilikov, crazy and clever, wonderful and occasionally unbearable, was a Gift himself. His gift has remained with us. Our museum collection includes more than 200 of Sergei’s photographs, and our library has his three remarkable books on philosophy. Before his death he managed to finish another book. I am sure it’s superb, and I hope we will be able to publish it. It was strange the way I met him, in 2000. He came to the museum looking dishevelled and very tipsy, and the office, as always, had a lot of work to do. There was a kitchen in the old building of the Moscow House of Photography, and everyone who came to the museum went there to drink tea while I sorted things out. That evening Garik Pinkhasov, an old friend and the only Russian photographer at the Magnum agency, also happened to be in...
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