Title: "The King of Beasts is definitely a skunk"
Photographer Yuri Treskov was born in Polotsk and now shoots for international glossy magazines and fashion agencies. He told the "Ku" magazine all about pointless politeness, love shocks, and his ears.
Sometimes I know what I'm talking about. But this is still less than just sometimes.
It's annoying when asked the same questions. They always ask: "How did you get into photography?" What's unclear about that – I wasn't good at anything else.
In the past year, I lived in four capitals, and everywhere I felt good. I changed, it seems, nine apartments. Two suitcases of things and a suitcase with light – that's all I've accumulated by the age of 26. The trend is not very promising. But I don't care.
I take black and white photos because I like how my photos look in black and white. There are no other compelling reasons.
Sometimes I manage to make some money, but I rarely spend it right.
When I try to be polite and nice – even though I'm not like that – people start sitting on my neck and softly puffing. It's unpleasant.
Sometimes your talent makes you do things you wouldn't want to do. And you end up in places you wouldn't even dream of in a nightmare.
It's easier for me to ask for forgiveness after I've done something than permission – before.
I no longer try to understand women. I just admire them.
I have no daily routine, no matter how much I draw up schedules and try to discipline myself. And honestly, I freaking love it.
I stopped reading what they write about me and my works. I know everything about myself.
I had a period in my life when things were really bad. I filled a bathtub with water, dipped my head under the water and counted how long I could hold my breath.
I can listen to others. But I don't always understand what they're talking about.
The king of nature is definitely a skunk.
Once I had a dream: the girl I was dating confessed her love to me. By the way, I replied that I loved her too. It was the most powerful love shock. But we broke up.
If they asked me whether I would write a book or make a film, my answer would be: I will write a couple of short stories and shoot a couple of short films. I'm not capable of more than that yet.
I digest criticism poorly, but I also cringe terribly from compliments.
Too much is expected of me. I expect even more from myself. But I'm unlikely to live up to the hopes placed on me.
You should say "no" more often than "yes."
I start to be sarcastic when I really want to please and when I need people to back off.
I'm not the kind of person who is often asked for advice.
Boredom is not my thing. Often, I'm just depressed.
I'm not very interested in the Belarusian fashion market. For me, it's more like a kiosk. Although it evokes awe and sentimental feelings.
I am happy to come to Belarus, but with no less joy I leave it to return just as happily in a few months.
Often, I fall asleep with thoughts that this day was complete crap. However, when I wake up, I don't remember it anymore.
By the way, my ears often turn red.