Vladimir Shirokov

I terminate every attempt of people to try to penetrate my innermost feelings. I like people being curious about me, but everything has its limits. Though I haven’t got any special secrets.

I am a kind of a barbarian, I’ve finished for year art courses — these stand for my education. Moreover I was a D-student and an idler at secondary school, still being a decent boy wearing glasses. My major joy was to come home after school, sit in front of the TV set and eyeball all day long.

I want to eat, to travel, to wear beautiful clothes, change cameras and cars. And I can master it all. Who will win if I just lie and get fat? Such a bore….

Everybody can become a photographer nowadays. Once you fail, you’ll be brought to nowhere.

Vladimir Fridkis lives next to my door. He is gorgeous, he is one of the magazines originators emerged in our country. You know I can remember some cases when the editors of some glamorous issues were crazy about working for him and swore they would never come back as he was just impossible. But he managed to get them back again after a while without feeling insulted. It was all about the results of his work which tends to surpass human emotions at times.

Don’t you behave as a pepper-box, just live and do the good.

I came from a small town Kirovo-Chepetsk to big Moscow. Everything I had was awkward devises, once they worked, once they did not. I had a camera from some other men and a white board which I managed to hang in my friend’s gym. That was the place I brought Alexandr Marshal (he was popular then) and you just can imagine my hands trembling. When Alexandr noticed that I was highly nervous and trembling all over he asked his friend to bring some cognac motivating the thing like that: “The boy is slightly off-colour”.

When I was moving to Moscow I did not aimed at becoming a photographer. I was just so charmed by this city that I didn’t care about my career. It was all about the place.

You are not supposed to idle, on the contrary you are to work so hard that you could go to any place and stay there for any period of time — that is the formulae I’ve figured out one day.

Singapore is a disgusting city. Local people are ugly there, being between Chinese and Japanese but neither of them at the same time. And you know what’s the main paradox there: you can’t even imagine how little people work in their huge “Business-City”! The city has been built “to grow into”. You do not see life there and can not grasp how people live there. They seem to never appear in the streets.

Being a model is a temporary statement of the young of not that broad mind combined with a mythical idea of an easy way to get married and feel good. They are usually treated as sporting girls, people from gloss magazines take them as a mere product, and there are only 10% of males who really want them.

I like jeans, jackets and strip ties. Nothing special, but they add some appeal to my image.

As a religious person I believe in God. There are no other theories for me.

Spiritual believes are nothing more than psychological deviations. It all happens by the will of God. I don’t care about black cats, this stuff is not for me.

A magazine is a kind of wonderful monthly fairy-tale for people to read. One needs to treat them in a right way and to understand that they personify a human’s natural itch for beauty. This is much better than Thai films about Thai people’s sufferings.

We all make the Earth. We are all just people: we all have legs, arms and head.

I am not interested in politics. How can one be interested in pipe-laying and other dirty set ups?

I have a directive in life: everything is to coincide after all. When all coincides everything works. This is the key factor of success.

I cry furiously being angry. These are my assistants who get the most of it when they are slow. Well, I must confess, I feel ashamed after a while.

Hot news! Once it turned out that photographer Vladimir Shirokov can hit “C” at some certain octave. (I did my best to write that down, and still I didn’t manage to remember the term). Attention! Neither Baskov, nor Bilan, nor Lazarev nor Kirkorov hit “C”!!!!

Once the whole world will truly believe in God a lot will change.

People feel unhappy as they can’t figure out the reason for being.

The fact that I’ve found myself is the greatest achievement of mine. I haven’t decided for singing or putting piles or constructing. I decided for pushing the button!

Aggression is more of a trend nowadays than beauty. We all become tougher, more satiate. We need to get some piece of disgust, some sort of a shit to feel something. It’s like: - “What’s the smell?” — “It’s shit!” — “What a flavor!”

When people get crazy about new trends they start looking disgustingly good.

I am not a shopaholic. I am not a serious person. Everything I do I do between this and then. I sit at my chair, hoot at odd moments, kiss a champagne glass and listen to the favourite music from time to time. I take pictures at the same time and it all works out great. But you are supposed to have been laboring really hard for some 15 years before you get the opportunity to sit like this and be served champagne!