“The way is the target!” ..like always!
I love it… …dreaming, planing, fighting, realizing, photographing, motivating, being angry, being happy, feeling doubt, changing things, doing things together… …all that what happened to fulfill the mission.
Early December I had to change the complete concept to start already everything new. ..and it turned out to be good. Even better than the first idea. Like Victoria always says: “everything that happened, happened for the better”. But even we would have to cancel everything.. …the way to that point had so many amazing moments and wonderful encounters.
Thank to all helping hands, all motivation, all criticisms and all joy we had…. ..and yes of course, thanks for the after party! 🙂 😀
..hey, and what do we guys start next?!!!
Anton, born in Kaliningrad, lives in Moscow. I don’t know his age. I don’t know his exact profession… …but that really doesn’t matter. We encounter each other as two persons who are curious and open and we want to try out what happened, when two strangers encounter in a photo shooting.
An excellent time we had. Thank you, Anton for your open and communicative way. See you early January.
Molokovo Orphanage, 350 km north of Moscow deep in the hinterland.
The cooperation with this orphanage started in 2014. What to say… …it’s just about sharing, reaching hands, joy and love.
“No one has ever become poor by giving.”
“Love is not patronizing and charity isn’t about pity, it is about love. Charity and love are the same — with charity you give love, so don’t just give money but reach out your hand instead.”
Thanks to the helping hands of my friends of the JOHN SHOW and Aleksandra Nurmetova from TUZ Theatre.
Special thanks to Michail Anatoljevitsh and all the other good hearts of the Molokovo Orphanage. YOU all are the real heroes !!!
model: Svetlana Jelchaninova (Спасибо Света, это было очень весело !!!)
Thank you, Sveta, for the fun telling this story together!
All this nice moments of 2017. A good year.
Thanks for all!
(photos by Victoria, Andrea, Lena and me)
What is it that pull us to the water’s edge?
The solidarity with a place that feed us
A chance to wash down our past and start something new
The innocent joy and happiness
Or the longing to got a faithful listener for our dreams and sorrows
Who knows… …but we go down to the water’s edge