Something Good #110: Viktor, the World Builder

Viktor and I. The phone rang a few weeks ago with terrible, shocking news: Viktor Antonov had died. It had only been a few months since I’d last seen Viktor, on a trip where the man had been in fine form, photographing everything in sight, encountering random celebrities, drinking fine wine. The news made me feel unhinged, like the universe was trembling around me. A friend was gone, and in his…