I met Sasha in Berlin, where she had come to spend time alone for the first time since becoming a mother. Back on the island of Majorca, her twenty-month-old son was with his father and grandparents. She had anticipated this brief taste of freedom, but now that she was here, I wondered how it felt.Continue reading “Sasha Tischenko”
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Valentina
Trigger warning – this interview discusses suicidal feelings. ‘Let’s talk about how you make your living,’ I said.‘I’m an artistic director,’ she replied.I was waiting for the continuation. She tried to tell me something but her lips seemed glued together. ‘Could you explain to me what you actually do?’‘All that (speaks indistinctly) like illustration, photos,Continue reading “Valentina”
Katya
‘Is there something that bothers you?’ I asked her.‘I worry very often and I know that it is me creating conditions for suffering,’ she answered easily. Her chin, mouth, cheeks and nose were concealed by a blue surgical mask. Her huge pale blue eyes, big forehead and long blond hair were visible. She was staringContinue reading “Katya”
Sophia
‘Why do you trust me to make your tattoo?’ I asked.‘I appreciate the feeling of unknown,’ she answered. Sophia, from Nurnberg, Germany, is 24 years old. She came to me as she is, a bit shy but showing her pleasant smile and impatient blue eyes. Though blessed with a pretty face, she did not playContinue reading “Sophia”
Simona Kust
I’m a guud person,I’m a goud person,I’m a good person, Simona Kust tells herself when she hesitates, whether her words and actions are good. Simona was the second person who participated in my project “Your Story By Me”. It was in Moscow, on the 31st of January 2019. She was 16, lived with her boyfriendContinue reading “Simona Kust”
Anya and Sergey
‘I’m very much afraid of needles,’ Anya said.‘Needles?’ I repeated, unpacking a needle.‘Yes!’ She said and smiled.‘So how do you pass a blood test?’ I was questioning how serious she is.‘This is how: I faint every time.’The way she had answered made me laugh. I looked at Sergey. It seemed she wasn’t joking. His eyesContinue reading “Anya and Sergey”
Camille Jansen
After greeting me, Camille quickly slipped through the narrow corridor, ignoring my usual rule about taking off shoes indoors. It’s not a common practice in France, so I normally ask my clients to do it right away. But not this time—Camille was already a step ahead of me and my rules. I like teenagers likeContinue reading “Camille Jansen”
