I understand that it is difficult to write on a regular basis, as well as to shoot, but that's a different matter.
I want to say that those who called Pasha 183 a "Russian Banksy " - are assholes and I am a fucking Cartier-Bresson in this case (without a motherland), and I just don't give a fuck (they have got Leica, we have FED). It is clear that they had nothing bad on their minds, but Pasha was offended, and he was right, I should say.
Last night I did not get through to a taxi driver and walked to the beach.
When I go to the seaside with my mother I always get to the beach.
If I go there alone I get to «the bitch», not «the beach». It is a mile in total darkness along a dark street. But it does not matter.
I was carrying an iPhone, the first model that I use to listen to music, a wallet, a packey of cigarettes , two lighters and a key to my house. I was wearing sandals, blue shorts, a blue T-shirt and a new Rip Curl cap (I was looking for QuickSilver, but found Rip Curl - a new brand for me ).
/ / It's more difficult to write about my life without using the words "I" ," me "... / /
And, of course, I had Bessa on the neck and the second film in my pocket.
I decided not to go to the beach. Signs were examined: cafe " Piranha", PJ Hot Baby was performing in the "Colosseum" club. I wanted to find some company. But as usual I did not find anything, and that what I found I was not seeking, but at least I took pictures of it.
Overall, I wandered here and there, shot how people played table hockey, a cotton candy seller, and went to the disco club called "The 5th Element". Some years ago I heard someone say "suck" in that club instead of "speak up" and I remembered it for some reason.
The strange thing is that I never go to clubs in Moscow, and here I visit them from time to time, probably because they attract me by their simplicity, by numerous people wearing "Adidos", so to speak.
I take pictures of people, but I do it from the belt or offhand.
I'm haunted by the feeling that it's forbidden to take pictures, just the feeling. This is a style of shooting.
So, in the club my eyes focused on two women of approximately the same build drinking some cocktails. I would not approach to them, but one of them was wearing a green mini-skirt of some decent fabric. I finally came up to them after changing my mind thirty one times as it usually happens in clubs with those dudes who like alternative metal music, not Timothy or Dj Fuck.
Well, they let me take a picture on their own camera, but said no to my tequila. When I was going home I was thinking that I should learn to make scenario shots with the help of «350 Best Poses for a Photograph», and then it would be easier to get acquainted with people. Knowing certain scenarios greatly simplifies the whole process and helps me, not unlike my dissidence pills. So I didn't get acquainted with anyone, drank some fucking cocktail, took a bottle of mineral water, and went to the beach.
There I meditated and realized that to practice meditation it isn't necessary to be the most enlightened man in the world. I pissed in bushes and it seemed that a half of all holidaymakers did it with me in the same place (I will not stand if I didn't start first), drank mineral water and went back. I entered a cafe, ordered some food and, made sure that there was a coffee machine, a cup of espresso.
Then I wanted more and ordered cappuccino. The cup was brought.
There was some powder on the top. I thought it was cinnamon or some awesome spice. Took a sip. It appeared to be instant coffee. I asked the waitress why it was instant. She answered that I asked for a cappuccino. Okay, I thought. I was eating cutlet when I saw something in a napkin. I revealed it, there was a crust of bread. I asked the waitress: "Did you bring me a yakuza finger? " "It is for decoration." Bzzz. My mood was spoiled a bit and I went home. On the way home I thought that "The 5th Element" could be called "the 5th alimony."
While I was writing the day has broken. Just like in the song "Ain't Easy" of Cypress Hill.