Anton Nechiporenko

The only person who tried hard to change my left-handedness was my grandmother. It must have been the influence of the old Soviet stereotypes — life in the USSR, where everybody had to wear grey, write with the right hand, and get up on the left side of the bed!

If I want to do something, I try my best to do it right!

I’m smart, and modest, and good-looking, and talented. Majority of people, when they first meet me, get a completely wrong impression. People see what they want to see. Some think I ‘m one of those “party-goers”, but I’m just a normal guy!

When I introduce myself to someone (whether we met accidentally or not), I never describe myself. I believe that whatever I’d say about myself would help them much less than actually talking to me and then making their own conclusions afterwards.

I know my issues and try to get rid of them. I wouldn’t say that I’m very demanding of myself. Being responsible and being demanding are similar concepts, but not completely synonymous.

I had quite a few offers where they invited me to work full-time as a photographer in some club and do events. And I refused every single one of them, even though some offered very good pay, but I’m simply not prepared to cut down on the rest of my life like that: I’d have to spend Friday and Saturday night from 23 to 04 in one and the same place, taking photos of round about the same type of scenery, with pretty much the same faces. It’s plain boring.

I’m afraid of being alone.

Gorobij, the clubbing guru, liked to say that every club is built to suit the three categories of people: bitches; the second segment that is attracted to the bitches — wealthy uncles, who spend money and pay for everyone; and the third segment — party-goers, good-looking, fairly successful youngsters, who create the very atmosphere of the place, without this segment there will be no bitches. Everything’s connected!

Moscow is a city of constant fog and grayness. Look around — everything’s wrong! Everything’s not the way you want it to be. Compared to this, clubs are a fairytale that everyone’s seeking for. It’s an illusion. It’s something that can’t be true. People, who come here, step into this fairytale, to have a glance at it, to relax, get drunk, meet someone, have fun — I understand them. I mean those who go to a club bearing this in mind: that it’s all just a fairytale.

People who spread rumors are definitely lacking something in life. Maybe they’re bored, or maybe they’re envy, maybe they’re just looking for attention and do it to get people to come and ask them for more details. Majority of them are either mean people who want revenge for something, or just lonely people, who simply have nothing to do.

I’m very trustful, but I don’t trust everyone. I trust my mom and about fifteen of my friends. Or, you could say, pretty much any person, as long as I feel that we connect. Five minutes is enough for me to figure out if we do or not, if I want to carry on. And, so far, touch wood, I haven’t been mistaken once!

I’ve never been able to understand what they mean when they say “a devoted friend”. The way I see it, “devoted” would go better with a “dog”. Whereas a friend is anything but “devoted”. Someone who truly understands you and is always there to argue your point of view — even when everybody else doesn’t see anything wrong with it, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to tell you his real opinion.

People who share similar views are naturally attracted to each other, but it never happens that their interests are completely identical. Unity and struggle of opposites is what I’d call friendship.

Any woman wants to position herself as a weak woman in a relationship with a man. Doesn’t matter what she is like in public. If you look at it from men’s side, take me, for example, I like taking responsibility, being strong, caring for someone, making presents. And I want my other half to accept this and be grateful.

The difference between concepts of “manly” and “womanly” is becoming less and less evident. There are a lot of men out there who do things not every woman would come up with. And there are also a lot of women who behave like men.

I find photography much more fascinating than video. I was watching Luc Besson’s “Angel A” the other day, the movie that was lashed out mercilessly by critics. But it’s a beautiful movie. During that hour and a half that you’re watching it, all you want to do is press “pause” button and just sit there looking at the screen, admiring the view, every moment of it. Unfortunately, that’s one thing a movie can’t give you.

Music for me is everything. Music and emotions are my two main drugs. Music does incredible things to me! I can even burst into tears all of a sudden. Or I‘d feel my hair stand on its end, or get goose bumps. That’s what music does to me.

I wasn’t born with a nice voice, but I have an ear for music, so I do sing every now and again. It’s a good thing nobody hears it.