I was ask to do a fashion shoot for the new DRYKORN fall/winter collection 2019/20. Yes of course. With pleasure. To enter new territory… …and the world of posing. But, hey, why these poses seems so familiar for me even here in Russia in ‘real life’… 🙂
Natasha, psychoanalyst, practices in Tver and Moscow/Russia, was always fascinated by portraits where features of a person captured on photos.
…and so we tried… ..no concept, no rules… …we just let go… …and danced…
Natasha, thank you for that dance. 🙂
..on the search of a graveyard of some relatives we stumbled in this cockfight at a Samarkand cemetery….
Valeriya… …at the window… …just one wonderful square meter to play with light…
“And I’ve missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won’t you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don’t you come on over Valerie?”
That day I met Kate (Katya) the first time. She never did a photo session before. Our idea was to copy a drawing of my painter-friend Alekseij.
After the work was done she wanted more. “I love to see me on photos” …wow. – I’ve rarely met anyone who looked at their own photos with such natural joy. That was contagious .. ..and so we continued the next hours. What a day.
Katya, thank you for all that joy. I’m looking forward to realize all the plans and ideas we had.
Катя, спасибо тебе за всю эту радость. Я с нетерпением жду реализации всех планов и идей, которые у нас были.
..somewhere in a bakery in Samarkand / Uzbekistan
..bakerman is baking bread
Valeriya, my co-worker friend. Her first photo shoot.
Dear Lera, thank you for this delightful photo shooting. It was wonderful to work with you. 🙂
Buchara / Uzbekistan
..it feels so good to be on the road again…
– this wonderful country
– these warmhearted people
– to be on the way
– the impressions
– the encounters
…everything so precious.
I love backyards. I love their roughness. Their nativeness.
The silence they want to share with you… …the stories they want to tell…
…and that very stage they offer you.
“Laying here in the dark
You’re like an angel on my chest
Remember all the movies, Terry
We’d go see
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes
We thought we had to be”
(Backstreets, Bruce Springsteen)