I’m kinda, you know, punk and shit, a guy from a dumpster. And [on my Instagram] I don’t only have photos next to a dumpster, I have lots of different things. Me wearing dresses at my concerts,
and so on. It’s all there.
and so on. It’s all there.
Was it easy for you to pose?
Lesnoy: Well, I’ve chuged a beer. And when you chug a beer, it’s like everything gets easy. Well, more or less. Of course, I was in this role for the first time. So it was like, a little bit, kinda… I felt shy, of course.
Lesnoy: Well, I’ve chuged a beer. And when you chug a beer, it’s like everything gets easy. Well, more or less. Of course, I was in this role for the first time. So it was like, a little bit, kinda… I felt shy, of course.
You were ready to take a metro ride home after our shoot without removing the red lipstick I'd put on you. Are you concerned with stangers’ comments about your appearance?
Lesnoy: I don’t care about people around me, they are NPCs. Everyone does what they want. Sometimes it hurts to hear shit from the ones I’m close to, but it also depends...
Lesnoy: I don’t care about people around me, they are NPCs. Everyone does what they want. Sometimes it hurts to hear shit from the ones I’m close to, but it also depends...
I have less scars than tattoos but I like them. There is a saying “scars make a man more handsome”, I think it’s about some manliness or something of the kind but I’ve met a lot of guys who were definitively not an epitome of masculinity but scars looked great on them. Unfortunately, usually there were sad stories attached to these scars but it doesn’t make it less beautiful for me.
You know, I’ve been punched in the face for my looks, as well
as for other things, so I don’t really give a shit anymore. It’s just the way it is, you can simply go outside and, for a reason unknown to you but known to the other person, get hit in the face, be shocked, think about it, reflect on it for a couple of seconds, and get over it. Just put an ointment on the bruise. Maybe hit back if I can.
as for other things, so I don’t really give a shit anymore. It’s just the way it is, you can simply go outside and, for a reason unknown to you but known to the other person, get hit in the face, be shocked, think about it, reflect on it for a couple of seconds, and get over it. Just put an ointment on the bruise. Maybe hit back if I can.
[About gender/sex] I got what I got, and that will do.
I like all [the photos], but probably the really cool
one is where I’m holding these yellow flowers
and wearing lipstick. I mean, it’s pretty neat. I made it my profile pic on Telegram. At some point
I realised, damn, I kinda look like my mother.
I’d never usually noticed our resemblance,
but in this photo I saw something.
Cause everyone had been telling me, fuck dude,
you look exactly like your mother, and I was like,
what?
one is where I’m holding these yellow flowers
and wearing lipstick. I mean, it’s pretty neat. I made it my profile pic on Telegram. At some point
I realised, damn, I kinda look like my mother.
I’d never usually noticed our resemblance,
but in this photo I saw something.
Cause everyone had been telling me, fuck dude,
you look exactly like your mother, and I was like,
what?
