Russian Film Photographers You Should Know and Follow
From Marat Safin, a traveling photographer who goes all over Russia and places where Russian bears stay away, with a collection of film cameras including old Soviet ones, to Alexei Pavlov who became know as the chronicle of the erotism of St. Petersburg's student communal living apartments to really niche amazing photographers from small cities you never heard of.
These artists use their cameras to reveal the extraordinary within the mundane, finding beauty in overlooked corners. They challenge norms with each click, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary and unveiling the unseen. In this diverse tapestry of talent, each photographer adds a unique thread, creating a narrative as rich and complex as the country itself.
Alexei Pavlov
Renowned as the chronicle of eroticism in student communal living apartments of St. Petersburg
Alexei—a name that echoes through the dank, smoke-filled halls of artistic aspiration. This man is no mere photographer; he’s a relentless seeker of truth, a warrior in the battlefield of light and shadow. His life is a twisted odyssey, a psychedelic journey through the chaotic tapestry of Russian communal living, and believe me, it’s a hell of a ride. Most of his work spills forth like a flood of raw emotion on his VK page and Telegram channel, free for the masses, a generous offering to the weary souls wandering the digital wasteland. But should you choose to plunge deeper into this rabbit hole—ah, my friend, that’s where the real madness begins. For a subscription, you’ll unlock a treasure trove of imagery that will leave you questioning your own existence. It’s a wild, unfiltered exploration of the human condition, presented through the eyes of a true artist who has bared his soul to the world. Prepare yourself for a trip that’s as exhilarating as it is unsettling. Welcome to the surreal circus that is Alexei’s art.
Marat Safin
In the wild, untamed expanse of this vast country, Marat roams like a modern-day nomad, not on a quest for models to capture in the lens of his camera, but rather, a magnetic force drawing them into his orbit. These women, with their fierce spirit and unfiltered allure, seek him out, as if they can sense the raw, unpolished beauty he champions. Marat wields his camera like a weapon of truth, harnessing the unadulterated brilliance of natural light. There’s no room for the sterile gloss of retouching in his world; he revels in the imperfections that tell a story far richer than any airbrushed façade. Each click of the shutter is a rebellion against the artificial, a celebration of the genuine essence of the Russian woman, stripped of artifice and adorned only with the authenticity of existence. In this chaotic dance of light and shadow, Marat captures not just images, but the very soul of his subjects—unvarnished, unfiltered, and undeniably real.Marat, that mad genius of the written word, flings his brilliant musings into the chaotic void of the internet for free, like confetti at a funeral. But let me tell you, my friends, if you dare to dip your toes into the murky waters of subscription, you’ll find yourself tumbling down a rabbit hole that opens up a whole new dimension of madness and enlightenment. It’s a wild ride, a psychedelic journey through the labyrinth of his mind, where the ordinary is left behind and the extraordinary reigns supreme. Buckle up, because once you’re in, there’s no turning back.
Dmitry Kaigorodov
From Chelyabinsk Russia, just a guy doing what he loves
Clothed or bare, in the chaotic frenzy of a studio, the wild embrace of the outdoors, or the stifling confines of an apartment—none of it matters. When these enchanting creatures step into my lens, they don't just walk away with a pretty picture and a casual chat. No, they are offered a glimpse into the soul, a reflection of themselves through eyes that are eternally intoxicated by the allure of feminine grace. And in that moment, they find liberation. They confront the monstrous complexes that plague them, and not only learn to accept themselves but fall head over heels in love with their own existence once more. This, dear readers, is my calling as a photographer. A wild, reckless mission to capture the essence of beauty and set it free in a world that often forgets to look.
