FOR THE HEADING "WARDROBE" we photograph beautifully, distinctively or oddly dressed people wearing their favorite things and ask them to tell stories related to them. This week our heroine is the artist Yana Zavodchikova.
Interview: Dasha Knyazeva
Photos: Alena Ermishina
I grew up a stout, downtrodden nerd in the midst of total body shaming. Any thing that made you stand out from the crowd was regarded as a challenge - half of the guys in the yard were already sitting in juvenile colonies, and uniforms were required in the center of education. When I turned ten, hell began and complete isolation from the outside world. The only exceptions were the school and the playground, where I had to walk with my brothers and sisters. In conditions when you do not see another life, it is very difficult to understand what you like. I don’t remember how, but I learned about gothic rock and was fascinated by its dark images, which reflected suffering and longing. In our family, however, any rock music was considered the intrigues of the devil, so I limited myself to oversized black things and a spiked bracelet at the school disco, which I hid the rest of the time.
At the age of sixteen, I entered the theater and art school, where I finally began to contact the outside world and completely different people. The period of first love began, I wanted to please myself and others, to be as fashionable as the girls around. I was looking for things exclusively in the mass market, but due to a lack of understanding what suits me, sometimes it looked ridiculous. Well, how can you consider yourself an art student without a brush in a bunch and an oversized shirt with stains of paint! Then there was a short period of sexual rebellion with croptops and white hair - now I think it's funny, but that's how I closed the gestalt.
In order to find my style, I needed to feel my body, see the shape. The way I look now is partly the result of a harmonious relationship in which a partner gives me complete freedom to be myself and the feeling that I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I relaxed and learned to be creative with everything - including the choice of clothes. The family always had a negative attitude towards wearing other people's things, so I was very afraid of second-hand. But now I have a solid vintage in my wardrobe - it was as if I was reborn.
I love old things for their cut, color, texture and quality of fabric. They stand out from the crowd, they have weight and history. I see no reason to buy something new and be part of the overconsumption society. More often than not, clothes find me. Each thing is a mood, consonant with what is inside. It is also important for me that it is comfortable to dance in clothes - I love doing it! And what is comfortable in dancing is comfortable in life.