Explore: Slavic New Yorker Cartoons

Katya lived directly opposite my grandparent’s house, our grandmothers were friends and every summer when we’d come to visit them, we’d spent our days together. After years of friendship, she had come over one evening and presented me with a collage. She had cut out of satirically sexist cartoons that she from an XXX section of a Russian newspaper. She used an array of colored plasticine to stick these indulging images onto a…