Since there are two posts, there should be a third one sooner or later — it's in the process of being written right here, right now.
This navigation menu on the left, it's almost done, today or tomorrow.
I translated almost the entire site into English using DeepL, making edits where I thought they were needed.
I removed the link to Marie Bolgova's film from access, but added some videos of me browsing through my books and zines. You can hear my breathing and the birds singing in the video.
And the lyrics, there are already a lot of them, half a kilo for sure. I would burn them, but they are in electronic form. And I feel sorry to burn the negatives.
Four words “I” in a few sentences is nothing…
To make this post at least somewhat useful, I would like to say that not the whole world has turned against Russia. There are some people who are sympathetic. TunnelBear VPN, which gives Russian citizens 10 GB of free traffic per month. It's very easy to use. It can be turned on or off with the push of a button. And no speed limits. Only the limit of 10 GB.
Vano has a kimono.
And a real katana has to be in the ground for 30 years. So that's it.
I spent three weeks in Korsakov's hospital.
I took a little bit of pictures. I present to my and your attention a selection of 24 photos. I took them with my digital Fuji and did a “dirty” black and white.
I'm thinking of re-releasing The Quiet Ward, and re-collecting money for it on planeta.ru. But I can't manage to write a promo-text for the project on Planet. And it is necessary either to supplement the layout, or to re-design everything.
Sasha Marchani published the first part of Early Works 2005-2010 and promises to do a sequel in May.
I can't put together my 5+5 albums with the same Early Works. The usual albums are 100x15 cm, 99 photos and 2 cover pages — in Russian and English for the first part, and the same number for the second part. 2005—2008 and 2009—2010.
Actually, there's a lot to do, and instead of doing stuff, I'm sleeping, working, eating, watching shows on my Apple TV.
For two years I rented out a big room in my two-bedroom in Opalikha to different people, and now I live alone and do not want to let anyone in. I get less money, but I live alone and have more freedom.
Now the apartment is a “hell of a mess”. I'm waiting for a woman to come and clean it up. Take out the trash, fold clothes, wash dishes, etc.
I plan to get out of the house more often for walks and photo shoots in the woods, and to do a hundred push-ups a day in multiple sets.
I want to try fly agarics in pills.
And I remind you, I was supposed to be Asya and study at Oxford.
From the heart, Orlov, “robot-sabarr”
It's about time for a new post on a new platform.
The site is written by pressing the fingertips on the letters. The letters are on the buttons. The buttons all together are the keyboard. And then there are millions of questions.
First there was the first LiveJournal, 2001, then the second — 2003, if I'm not mistaken, then the third LiveJournal: from 2004 to 2012. Somewhere in 2012, everyone got together and dumped on Facebook. And the LiveJournal died — I never understood why or why.
Facebook was starting to piss me off. Secondly — I always wanted to run my own website. There were a few unsuccessful attempts, but everything stalled there.
Now it's all good. Gone is the fear of writing the first post or maybe there's a reason why I wrote the code for this site — with my own hands — a year maybe ago.
I don't do promotion. I drop links to friends and buddies, just to get feedback.
There are even those who say “I'm the best”. “Pride and best student at the Rodchenko School”, for example.
Hopefully, over time, there will be some interactivity here. Who knows? Right now there are 1-5 people a day visiting the site, of which one is me.
What's in it?
First, the Quiet Ward, my calling card, as it happens.
Fourth, a section with nude pictures of different girls. All very cute. Film, and digital too.
There is, thirdly, an educational project at the Rodchenko School, “Asphalt.” I made, like, 100 or 300 cards of what was under my feet. All a discolored figure.
Second, a beautiful photo story about Tamara Dmitrievna, the postmistress. She lives in a village, already very old, and walks 15 km, delivering mail. On the same page is a film by Kristina Sholokhova, my cards, and a report from the exhibition.
I spent four years of my life studying at the Rodchenko School of Photography. At the link “Rodchenko” I collected documentary photos taken during my studies. And a couple of reports from trips abroad, with texts.
A “books and zines” section that needs to be finished and redone.
An incomplete archive of old blogs, entries from which are moved here for some reason.
CV. The official work-biography. Next to the link to my contacts. Not VKontakte, but contacts.
And links. Links to some things I'm involved in one way or another.
If you don't believe me, then I confirm here by putting my hand to my balls (the left should hang below the right), heart and lightly slapping myself on the neck, that with very few exceptions, all the texts and photos on this site are my doing. Believe it or not.
Also, I've already uploaded three of the 10 texts I've written in the last couple of years, but there's no direct link to them on the site. I'm wondering if I should post them or not. There's something new there.
If you want to be supportive in any way… I'm very happy to get any feedback, enthusiastic or not so enthusiastic, criticism if it's true. You can "buy me a cup of coffee" - there's a blue button in the lower right corner. No one has pressed it yet. I don't even know if the button functions or not.
Lately I've been doing something on the site every day or every other day.
I made the first post in the web log of this site. I get confused from time to time, and it's possible that the next post will be in six months, maybe a week.
By visiting this site occasionally, you, the reader and viewer, show me respect, for which I am very grateful, though I may not even give a look.
No, there isn't and won't be any bullshit on this site. What can I add? I'll try to update more often.
Yours, ours and a little bit of my own, Orlov Ivan Yurievich