Oh, by the way, in September for the holiday street (Andrew's descent), in conjunction with the Goethe Institute in the Ukraine and the Online Newspaper Victor Marushchenko done 4th issue 5.6 on street photography. Interestingly the German photographer Andreas Gertsau that shows how cities look through the eyes of the initial user unwittingly photographed in Kiev, a hole in a banner, just that that Homer a few months earlier cut and hung currently in the room. And then it turned out that Andreas is living in Hamburg a couple of blocks from our house to Shternshantse. With Homer, we took each other for an interview where each asked what the opponent has made selected picture, and that in doing so he felt.
- Homer, 24, Kiev, Maxim Chatsky, 28, Kiev / Odessa
- What We now talk?
- I want that on the one hand, everything happened spontaneously, and on the other, that we adhere to some structure. Well, for example, you choose my photo, which is close to you that you liked and ask me anything that you do not understand it, but I tell you, and then the same thing I ask from you.
Homer takes a photo with the bus on the fence.
- Max, I will not ask about what I see. I want you told me that I do not see it.
- For this I need to know how you feel it, so I created the following layer. Just describe what is happening here.
- I'm in this photo I see some kind of living matter from which something happens, well, or so I want to feel.
- What attracts you - the object which you have not seen before, which can not be in this place? Attracts you when there is something strange?
- Well, I would not say that I am particularly attracted by bus on the fence, I soon attracts a dead wall, and the usual wheel. It seems to me like a cow's ear.
- Why did she close? What a reflection of yourself you're sitting in it - the dying, randomness, an invention?
- She is alive, then combined the unusual - received unexpected. Some violence. Here is a patch of green, for example.
- Yeah, Hulk heritage.
- Well, or piercings. I like that the blood flows, piercing lifeless. I can feel it, but find the words I can not yet.
- Well, what do you want to know?
- I want to know why you decided to remove it, what the surrounding context? Well, your story - what is behind this?
- It was the May holidays, I went to Odessa, and parents suggested, once we have the whole family got together to organize the May picnic. Or rather not even a picnic, not barbecue, not all of this standard procedure, and go, For example, in the Belgorod-Dniester, a look at the castle. Well, here, and Carolino Bugaz was on the way - this is a spit that separates the sea and the estuary, rather travel place - completely and resorts. We are there somewhere and stopped briefly, and in the photo - a nightclub on the seafront.
- Yes? Nightclub? No rides?
- No, no, it's design for tents, umbrellas, canopies. And this - the wall separating the sandy embankment of the club. I liked that the owners of this club wanted her to embellish, the truth, a somewhat strange manner. It is this process going on inside their heads, I'm interested.
- Do you think inside the head place a process?
- I think they are not consciously do it, but I just caught it. It's like the question of when done someone turns the object into art. When the photographer comes and announces it as such. I'm somewhere in the Internet even seen such a community - the objects are looking for an artist. Until then, until the object was not until he was someone seen this art and is not. In this case, not the one who created it - the artist, but the one who made it photography.
- So you manifestiruesh space? You declare this object art? Do you feel this picture yourself?
- Well, I explain - this is all about wit, about the inner unexplained movement something to embellish.
- I like the fact that there is violence.
- Violence? How hic incipit tragoedia? Rather, for me it simple decor. That is, when you talk about it, I certainly see it, but so that I thought about it in the first place, then no. If this is suffering, then no, I is not nigh. And if it's visual form, then yes, I'm interested: the wounds on his body, bruises, abrasions, bruises, dents, all of their cracks are very close, a mere breath, macro-plan.
- So you do not see here what I see?
- I think that this object and classy. For me, the more plots, characters, their personal, intimate, which will each, the better picture. You - as a piece of coal - from childhood, layer after layer to layer of knowledge, feelings and events. Then passes some time, there is education, you're sharpening flint knowledge, grow up, the atmospheric column at all this pressing, layering extruded, formed, and this is within You already rock crystal. And then you realize that you no longer can wear it inside, escaping from the chest, saps, shlifuesh from all sides, doing cut and at arm's length comes with that in society, and say: "Look what I grew up inside!". And all around walking, looking at different angles, refraction, reflected, wondering purity and harmony of lines, the quality of performance. Here it is for me the definition of art. And this image, this scheme is very easy to explain and photographer, and technical equipment, and the spectator, and multitasking pictures.
But here it is in this picture with a fence, it comes to sharpness, the ingenuity, about the mental alertness of the objects created for one purpose, and surprisingly applicable to others. There is such a book «Unintentional design» - there are a collection of such events: it how to hang a jacket on the back of a chair or stool as a prop the door handle, transfer it as "crazy hands" or magazine «Make». That is the direction of DIY.
- Oh, I have is just such a picture. I was in Budapest last year in a sort of squat artists, they're arranged something like the Sabbath. Mumbled something to his Hungarian cooked some drugs, treated each other, and on the ceiling they hung the horns, which were attached candles.
- That is the designer who invented the tire, of course, is steep, but I'm interested in an outsider who has found in her new property.
- Listen, Max, I would like it to be some sort of liquid, that this follows.
- This was clearly the paint, and it is not clear how she was there.
- But all I do is take it as a wound, such as violence. Oh, and I would like to it was violence.
Chatsky takes a photo with the horse.
- Let's talk about your photography. I'm just going to ask all the questions: what is happening here, where this monument, and why you clicked on the button?
- This is the entrance to the National Museum in Berlin. I love this city, this is the place where it seems to me, I must be. Of course I had some quite difficult with the language, but with a few friends I Hacked in English, with some in Russian, with some general language gestures, but the main thing - the feeling that you are not confused, you do not feel like a foreigner in Berlin. What is most interesting, is not this barrier, as in other cities in Paris, in Amsterdam. Feel at home. As if you grew up here and lived all his life.
- This is probably because Berlin is still considered emerging urban, that squats, offices, street artists and top managers coexist side by side. So you'd been there a week and half and flipped attractions, but no in one picture you do not.
- It's true, I very rarely take pictures of themselves. Not only because I'm on the other side frame, but also because I do not take his body as photographically valuable object, do not use yourself as a material. I do not know, because I'm so interesting that I myself would like to review. Well, of course, I have a photo, where is my term, my hands, my feet. In detail - maybe, but so entirely, a reflection in a mirror image on a tripod - No more.
- Perhaps it is some impact of the Internet - the very notion of a self-portrait is quite, well, fell in price. When the photographer puts photograph itself, viewers often perceive it as narcissism, and in this regard is greatly reduced internal initiative. By itself, a self-portrait - it's actually a cool thing, she's very honest, the photographer knows and controls both on the one hand and do everything on the other hand do.
- Here I want to see, here you talk about the attitude, the audience comment, but I absolutely do not care what others think. Yes, there are a couple of friends and acquaintances whose opinions I interesting, but expect to take into account someone other than his opinion, such as flirting with the viewer, inducing brilliance, beauty, creating a side attraction, that I just do not want to.
- I like the power of this monument, this power of sculpture, this material object, these veins and the fact that this picture shows me something I do not see or did not notice before. Well, even children's research time, of course.
- I would not say that child is the one thing that is of interest to all and the people it's hidden, look askance, lowers his voice when speaking aloud, ashamed, blush, prefer to remain silent. I do not like a taboo, I like it when everything is natural; all the faces that people hide, on the contrary, I want to open. I wonder, for example, what would compel hesitate any old grandmothers, women aged and even my peers. Because many even afraid to talk about sex. In our time.
- You say that no matter the opinion of others, and still consider their interest, want to be popular, expect empathy and sympathy. It turns out, you tell them, and he immediately turns away and do not listen.
- Well, yes, I do not care what they say. Because they tend to say some garbage, no dialogue on an equal footing. They are like waves that break on a rock. I am interested in people with greater sensitivity, because with them I can speak on equal terms. Want to see these people was great. But when you press the button I do no one is thinking. Maybe sometimes in the selection process or the publication of photographs. Sometimes I wonder - why I do this? Obviously, I satisfy some of his domestic needs. Perhaps I have inside of young blood and a desire to express, but I do not limit yourself to picture frames. I never her seriously not engaged. I photograph what I wanted to see for himself on the wall, but at the same time put out others too.
- What next? What is conflict resolution? Where is your boundary of this irritation? What is your frame? What topics do you decide for yourself to determine not what would be taboo, but still be avoided? Religion, corpses, cross into the vagina?
- There are certain situations in which I did not get, and therefore do not know how I will behave. I have a rather limited interests of all my circle. And embarrassing to me as the very moment when you look, for example, boys who keep each other's penis, and do not feel anything. But generally, it does not target any, what I might be a target in 24 years? I photograph on the force for two years, a camera bought at a flea market mainly because of the shape that seems to be was Agat. But in general I have always painted graffiti is to me more embodied direction. I've always been interested in working with the architecture, shape, texture, material, it is interesting to decorate, but in some moments to destroy the space, paint and color. For 6 years picture for me was just fixing the work done. Any manifestation of creativity, whether it be painting, photography, graffiti, performance, or stocks, I do it's interesting, and I give everyone the same intervals. No such that 50 percent of the time I'm online, go to the exhibition, watch pictures or books, and the rest of the time doing the other. I'm wondering everything. Walk, tusit, have fun. All my plays, I want to pour out their energies, and what will happen next - I do not know.
- but still instructive, or even "prouchitelnaya" feature you have there. This can be seen in relation with the grandmothers, aunts and their peers in a rage - as if you're trying to all of them excite and arouse.
- Yes! Annoy, disturb, stretch that was a blast, I'd love this "boom", this "tydysch" I just finish on this. But to say - follow me, this is the only right way - I do not want. Of explanation and training, I think it is, Max, you're closer.
- I do really interesting. I recently read a report in photography schools, it was a long story as an example of many of my photos that's why I pressed the button that is a reflection of how and why it must develop in themselves. It is now so much rests on the internet that are important, not practical advice, but rather a direction - in what direction to dig, filters, which will help weed out the superfluous. Here, add yourself to the reader, this site and this, here's David Horowitz to read a switch for the year 2009, find 10 contemporary photographers filmed, create a group in flickr with a narrow focus and make it popular, while maintaining the quality and quantity. And while they are at this way, they already have something that will form the inside. So, for example, I wonder - who are you influenced by, whose opinion you trust someone you wondered who the authority, someone you know and at one point realized that life will never be the same?
- It does not specifically say, one Internet pandemonium.
- for example, Dadakinder, or magazine ON!!! or McGinley, or Richardson, or Araki?
- Tolia, of course, yes, I feel that he feels what I feel.
- Well, that's when you first saw his blog, read his lyrics, he saw his collection, you've felt in that moment, the effect on her, watched as you were "before" and what was the "after"?
- Richardson's ... Not something that would be affected, rather, I recorded his presence, that is not shy about his uncle, and I'm this close. Besides his photography, I saw some time later, when it became interested in the genitals and actively take pictures. For me it was just a new identity. But there were no technical issues I'm not peeping, I have all the technology in the photo do not care: megapixels, lenses, instruments.
- And interesting to me, Martin Parr (however, in Richardson is also available) - How they find the language to the subject. How to win Obama or a random person on the street? It is this interpersonal contact - the way people trust him. However, in your pictures to me it is also interesting.
- Well, in fact, a household trash, if you're in this vein, Richardson talked about in our post-Soviet space dofiga: tits and pussy against the backdrop of carpets and sideboard. And all very personal and all very interesting. I found several such sites - all the pictures come from from the 90's - very impressive. I think he would have licked when he would see those pictures.
http://www.magazine56.com.ua/arxiv/file/564.pdf
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