12.23.2017

Skinhead Barry by Volk Kinetshniy

Skinhead Barry

Barry has just been released from jail and has to return to the normal world. However he finds that after 10 years a lot has changed and he is forced to stay with his sister and his nephew.  Despite his sister’s efforts to help him, Barry is still using and has no intention of changing. Soon enough he reunites with his old friend Darell, who is the only link to his past and together they get caught up in a tragic path of self-destruction.

People are walking by, they are going home to celebrate. Celebrate what? Everyone looks happy, I wonder how much effort they put into this. Some kids are playing in the snow, screaming and jumping. They are doing my head in. My nose is running, I light a cigarette, it’s warming me up a tiny bit. The snow, the brats, the happy people, it all looks so sad. There is decoration everywhere on the streets. A huge Christmas tree is standing ahead of me.
The light, the angels, the stars, the candy, there is no magic behind them. They are ugly plastic toys standing there. Staring right back at me with their dead plastic eyes and their fake smiles. People and toys look the same. Plastic people, plastic toys, existing for no reason. There is nothing magical about Christmas for me anymore. In fact, I don’t think there ever was. Christmas will be over soon, the lights will go out, the plastic angels will be stuffed away in the attic, smiling in the dark pointlessly, till next Christmas comes. Who will put all these people away?

By Volk Kinetshniy

4.24.2017

V: Saint Peter’s Cross by Volk Kinetshniy

V: Saint Peter’s Cross

Leaving the psychiatric clinic behind, V is trying to reclaim his life. However, at the hand of his psychotic dreams and outbursts, his hypersexualized, non-conformist and violent nature, he is slowly and painfully falling out with his brother and friends, who don’t seem to understand him anymore. Feeling deserted and betrayed, he confines himself in an old caravan with his heroin addict boyfriend and bonds with two fellow inmates, whom he helped to escape. With his dreams of his dead friend getting out of control as they mingle with reality, V and his new friends begin a game of murder.

I’m scared of myself. Of my thoughts, my madness. The pain I’ve tried to lock away, the memories. It’s there, waiting for me. I try to ignore it, pretend it’s not there, pretend I am strong now, but every night I pass the little door, my back perspires. Every time I pass the room of darkness I look away. I can not bare listen to its sounds. The music of madness. I look away, I run away, but I know that some day the door will break. I can’t be running away for ever. The shadows will get me, they will conquer this room, they will conquer every room in the world. They will reach to the stars and they will devour me. The stars! Are there stars in the sky tonight? I rush to see. There are some, only a few. I’m frightened of them.

The cold is still here, I am still here. The wind is howling outside and I’m shivering. My hair is unwashed. My hands are pale and full of scars. Have you noticed how wounds turn into a deep red when it’s cold? The dim light on Randall’s face, makes him look unearthly. He seems nearly dead. His eyelids heavily sealed, locking outside a world he does not want to see. Shutting out this ugliness forever. His breathing sounds shallow. I can feel he is in pain. I push my eyes with both hands. I’ve got no job. Randall’s got no job, we can’t leave here. I light a cigarette. My headache is getting worse. I feel like an empty shell, I feel dying inside, fading. There is nothing left. Sometimes I wish I truly wasn’t human.

My heart is pumping loudly, it’s going wrong. It’s all going wrong. I feel my head breaking in two and my body floods with pain. Now that I feel, I wish I couldn’t. The pain is too strong to bear. It feels like something is tearing my insides apart. The bitterness of hate is raping my mouth. Now that I feel, I don’t know if that’s what I really wanted anymore. Is V back? Or is it someone else? How am I supposed to tell? I feel vicious, more vicious than I’ve ever felt before.
I spit on the ground, but the bitterness is still in my mouth. The pain of hate is taking over. I can feel it. That’s not V, V is dead. The old V is dead. This thing here is something else, something much more twisted.

By Volk Kinetshniy

4.02.2017

Iron Door by Volk Kinetshniy

Iron Door

Raphael is an eccentric artist who lives with his nephew Wolf, as the only relative and legal guardian of the boy. Cut out of society that he deeply despises, he has his own strict ideas on his nephew’s upbringing. His methods involve pain, torture and uncontrollable love.

"Yes" Wolf wishes Raphael would kiss him, but he doesn’t. Instead he grabs him viciously by the neck. He knows the boy is in pain, it’s just that Wolf’s pain seems magnificent to Raphael, he looks like an angel thrown into hell. Just like Lucifer himself…

The journalists attack Raphael and his lawyer with microphones and cameras.
“No comment.” Says the lawyer.
Someone throws an egg on Raphael’s shoulder. It breaks and stains his coat. The media attacks him again.
Raphael stands in front of them. He is smiling slightly.
“May you be damned to Hell, you preposterous hypocrites. Shall you choke on your own foul judgment you wicked fools!” He says in a very loud and deep voice. The cameras are recording like crazy. Raphael looks right into them. He is not blinking.

His lawyer and the officers behind him are puling him by the handcuffs.

The tall blond guy looks at him.
Raphael is still, the other moves nervously for a while, then walks away. It’s no fun attacking someone who doesn’t care to live. He is not scared, he just doesn’t care. Raphael knows that, he knows, that right now he is God. No hopes, no fears, he hurts too much to feel any more pain. He’s been robbed of everything and there is nothing he can lose anymore. His human self has been murdered. There is nothing more frightening than to look a dead man in the eyes. And Raphael is dead inside.

"Give me your leg." he says. The boy stretches his leg out and he pours some alcohol on the sores.
Wolf twitches a bit. Raphael applies alcohol on the rest of the sores and then sits next to Wolf.
The boy places his head on Raphael's shoulder and gives out a deep sigh.
"You must lie down. I'll bring you the food when it's ready." Raphael takes him in his arms and walks him to the bedroom.
"In your room?" Wolf stretches out his head.
"Yes." Raphael places him on the bed.
It's a total mess, but the blankets are dry. Wolf smiles as Raphael covers him up.

"You are fucked up!" Phillip shouts back at him and walks to the living room.
Raphael shuts the door and follows him staggering.
"You are jealous." Raphael puts on an ironical smile.
"Of what? Of how you treat the boy or of how you've become?" Phillip yells in his face.
"I don't know, you tell me." Raphael lights himself another cigarette and coughs out loud.
"I'm not jealous, I'm sad Raphael." Phillip takes a deep breath.
"Sad?" Raphael moves closer and leans against the door.
"Yes sad. Sad that someone like you wastes himself like this, sad that my best friend has turned into this..." he sighs and wipes his forehead.
"Proud you should be Phillip. Not sad." Raphael now moves closer and leans against Phillip's shoulder.
"Proud?"
"Yes. I'm proud of me. You should be proud of me! Look at my creation." he points at the closed door where Wolf is hidden. "He is me!" he says and his eyes glimmer.
"Look at my work!" he points at the paintings around the place.

By Volk Kinetshniy

3.31.2017

The Blue Pumpkins by Volk Kinetshniy

The Blue Pumpkins

When the good looking and cocky new player of the Blue Pumpkins shows up, the players are divided.  Some seem impressed by him and others hate him. Patrick is especially fascinated by Finn and soon enough the two begin a love affair, but things don’t go smoothly because Patrick’s parents are very conservative.

I looked in the car and saw him. He had long golden hair, a red ribbon around his forehead and was smiling. That’s how Finn came into my life, and that is almost how he disappeared from it as well, almost, not quite.

By Volk Kinetshniy

3.28.2017

Lust for Lust (Article by Volk Kinetshniy)

Lust for Lust (Article by Volk Kinetshniy)
by Volk Kinetshniy

When it comes to Lust, there is one creature of all that comes to mind instantly. One that is almost the synonym of Lust and practically its personification. And it is no other than our well known Vampire, the undead bloodsucking beast, who roams the nights for centuries and scatters terror upon the living.
So who is this Vampire? And why is the Vampire the ultimate creature of Lust?
There is a strong resemblance between the vampire and someone else. Let's take a closer look. The vampire's appearance has shifted through time and differs from region to region. He begins as a bloated, red and bloody monster from the East and Southeast of Europe and slowly changes to become the pale charming vampire of the West. Meanwhile, vampires have also been described as red faced creatures with tiny tails in Islamic folklore or as shadows.
One of his greatest qualities, is the ability to shape shift into animals. There are legends about black cats, just like in the famous novel Carmilla (1872) by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, where the vampire Carmilla appears as a huge black cat. He also appears as a wolf, as described in Bram Stoker's Dracula (1897) and his deleted chapter Dracula's Guest (1914), where a giant wolf appears and lies on him to keep his blood warm. Apart from that, he is also clearly known to be taking the form of a bat or of nocturnal birds, such as the Ancient Greek Strige who fed on babies and young men or the Mesopotamian anthropomorphic bird-footed Lilitu who is the same as the Hebrew Lilith, Adam's first wife and Queen of the damned -who also feeds on baby blood. The vampire is also linked to rodents, which carry diseases such as the plague -or so it was believed, to lizards, and even insects, like the Albanian Shtriaga who turns into an insect to prey on children.

by LittleSuicideCandy

All this sounds already a whole lot like the Devil. Whose depictions began as a monster with many faces and animal parts and slowly turned more human. By the 18th century he almost looked like the god Apollo.  Just like the Vampire, the devil takes the form of animals on many occasions. As the fanged snake in the Garden of Eden, as an insect -usually a fly, as a black cat, or as a black wild dog just like in the movie The Omen (1976) directed by Richard Donner.
The Vampire and The Devil so strongly associated, have even more things in common. They often take on the form of a charming man or woman to entice their victims, but there is always one little flaw in their perfection. A mark on their body, a third nipple, a crooked foot, something  small, something they are hiding, something which reveals their true nature.
There is also one more striking similarity between them, the blurring of gender. The devil was an angel, hence "he" is sexless and genderless. As for the vampire (male or female), he is bending his/her gender.
The male vampire is according to most legends incapable of penile-vaginal intercourse, instead he is fixed on oral satisfaction, sucking blood and penetration is caused by his fangs. In some occasions he has made his victims suck his own blood, just like Bram Stoker's Dracula made Miss Murray drink his blood, which replaced by other body fluids, could have been semen or milk, which makes him able of lactation.
As for the female vampires, who of course are sterile/infertile as well, they turn into male predators through their ability to penetrate with their fangs and most of all through their murderous nature towards children. Instead of mothering babies, like other women, female vampires kill them.
The vampire enjoys sins, he lusts for blood and sex, he has no problem killing people, he is arrogant and tries to lead "good" people astray. Pretty similar to the Devil.
Now, how did the Vampire become a vampire? Why? And why did the Devil become who he is?
Again the same reason: Sin.
Lucifer was still an angel when his arrogance made him disobey God and he fell from heaven, died in a way and came back as the Devil, a monster whose purpose is to corrupt. The ultimate rebel in all history was punished by turning into a beast and became the archfiend of God.
And how do people become vampires? Who becomes a vampire?
According to legends, you might turn into one if you die alone and unseen, if you kill yourself, if you rebel against the church, if you have been cursed by someone, if you are a sinner, if a cat jumps over your coffin, if you eat sheep killed by wolves or if you get bitten by a vampire and get infected. All in all and in most cases, if you sin or get in contact with a sinner, you turn into a beast.
And now we know and it is crystal clear, that neither the vampire, nor the Devil are actual beasts, but instead they are a God, a God who dates back to the ancient times: Pan, the ancient Greek God of the wild, who loved physical pleasure and who was famous for his sexual powers and is often depicted with a phallus, he used to masturbate in public and hang out with the nymphs and satyrs (who looked similar and also had a permanent erection). He had horns like the devil, a flute which he played hypnotizing tunes with and sometimes goats' feet  and of course he was often worshiped, just like all pagan Gods, with blood sacrifice.
He wasn't evil, nor good, just a Greek God like all the rest, but when the new religions came along, it all changed. Pan is the one of the few, maybe the only Greek God who actually died (as Plutarche mentions in De defecta oraculorum " The Obsolascence of Oracles.")
According to G.K Chesterton "Pan died, because Christ was born."
They killed Pan and all his aspects, all his traits formed the new religion's Devil. His death was the death of paganism and the death of the ancient world, where lust and sexual activities were celebrated, instead of being condemned.
But Pan is too strong to be left dead. First he comes back as the Devil, and then in the 18th century Pan revives amongst liberal scholars. The very same century vampire hysteria breaks out and vampire myths start spreading.
In the 19th century, with vampires taking over literature and the arts, Pan is one of the main subjects as well. He even gets through to children, with the Peter Pan stories, where a boy wants to stay young forever (and actually managed since every generation of the book's characters seems to know him) and represents the pagan world, since he lives in the wild, just like Pan. Peter Pan is a charming and selfish creature, described as a "betwixt and between" part animal, part human. His character is focusing on our confusion about whether human instincts are natural or uncivilized and evil.
 
by LittleSuicideCandy
People dread vampires. All the ways they have thought of to ward them off or kill them?
Lets name but a few: Vampires are killed by staking them through the heart, through the mouth, through the stomach. Decapitation is another method and to throw the head away, or place it between their feet or behind their buttocks.  They have been pinned to earth, or their hearts have been pierced by steel and iron needles. Iron needles also go into their mouths, over their eyes, ears and between their fingers. Sometimes a stake has been placed through the legs so they wouldn't be able to walk. They can be shot or drowned according to some. Exorcisms have been performed on bodies. Garlic has been placed in their mouth, or sometimes a brick, to prevent them from chewing their way out. Numerous coffins have been found to be shot or with corpses staked. People used to open the graves and perform such rituals in case of suspicion of vampirism.
Great importance has also been placed in ways of keeping them away:  Garlic of course, a cross, especially a silver cross are the best weapons against a vampire, and of course not leaving your house at night.
In general though, it's pretty hard keeping the beast away or killing it. Why is that? Because it keeps coming back, just like all the sins humans have placed upon it. They keep coming back.
Incest, murder, oral sex, homosexuality, bdsm, arrogance, madness, cannibalism, enjoying sexual pleasure without reproduction, but just for the pleasure of it, lust for lust.
Humans can't accept their true nature, their real needs, their animalistic selves, so they have found a scapegoat: The Vampire.
They put everything on him and created a monster they now try to keep away. And even though they fear him and try to kill him, they still secretly desire him. Because they want to be undead, they want to be Gods, and they are afraid of this arrogance against God. This is why the vampire is punished. But the secret joy of humans winning over death remains. Not only that, but through him, they can enjoy their sins without getting the blame. The Vampire is dehumanized, he is a monster, he can hypnotize them and force them to do things, but it's not their fault anymore. Their sins are not their sins anymore, but instead they belong to him, they are his sins, but they can enjoy it secretly while being victims and not at fault at the same time.
The Vampire is and will always be the outsider, the freak. He is driven by his lust for blood and he can't control it, he is cursed to follow his animalistic needs no matter what. And this is why he poses the eternal danger to society. He hides in his coffin during the day and comes out at night. Rarely, he even mingles with humans, always disguised and quite protected from the sun. And all the "freaks" of society do the same: the sadist, the harlot, the incestuous, the rebel, the madman, the homosexual, the non-believer, the junkie, the murderer...
All those that society keeps outside, those that are driven by their desires and set out to satisfy them.
People say that once you invite the Vampire into your house, he then will be able to come whenever he pleases.
"Good" people who are the gemstones of our society shouldn't come in contact with them. The Vampire might either kill you or turn you into a vampire too. So will the sinner, because once you get bitten and infected with lust, there is no way out, you will turn into a monster too.
There also has been another approach to vampires. This one views them as tragic victims of fate such as "Barnabas Collins" ( 1966-71) by Marilyn Ross, who is portrayed as a poetic, tragic hero.
In Anne Rice's "Interview with a Vampire" (1976), Louis lets Lestat, who is a vampire convert him and then he tries to ignore his nature and not feed on humans. As time goes by however, he succumbs to his nature and kills. He is a pretty depressing character who suffers of his condition and there are other vampires who have been portrayed as victims as well.
In Richard Matheson's " I am legend" (1954) there is a bacterium that causes vampirism and they try to find the biology behind it. In many more stories it is presented that way and they always try to find the cure.
The cure to lust, the cure to sin.
People slowly have approached the beast, but not to accept it; to "cure" it. To take out its nature and purify it. This draws strong comparisons to the lobotomies, the electroshocks and the special reform institutions for socially unacceptable people throughout  history. A woman who refused to marry, homosexuals, lesbians, queers, anti- government, not your "normal", "good" civilian in any way, they've so often been shipped to camps, to mental institutions. Some to be killed, some to be "cured".

But no matter how much they try to extinguish them, somehow the Vampire always survives and carries on, because when night falls and the moon calls the vampire will rise again.


by Volk Kinetshniy ( article from DRECK Magazine print, Lust issue)

3.22.2017

The Uncle From Ukraine by Volk Kinetshniy


The Uncle From Ukraine

Adolf is a penniless crackhead, who suddenly gets informed that his uncle from Kiev died and left something for him in his will.  Excited Adolf informs his best friend Charles about it and calls him over.  Now all they have to do is meet the lawyer, the only problem is that the lawyer is in Ukraine and they are in England and Adolf is scared of flying. So the only way they can get there is by car.

He looks at my legs frightened. My legs are nice, why does he act like that?
“Don’t move, you’ve got a cockroach there.”
“What?” I’m freaked, I hate cockroaches.
“Yeah, don’t move.”
“Take it away Charles, please kill it please. I’m gonna die.” I scream.
“Wait.” He grabs an iron bar from the train’s seat.
“What are you doing?” I’m really paralyzed now and Charles bangs the iron thing on my leg. Twice!
I’m sitting on the edge of my seat and Charles is glued next to me. The cockroach is occupying the other two seats and is staring at us.
Looks like an evil alien. I don’t wanna look at it, but I’m too fucking scared to close my eyes. What if it jumps at us? Charles is sweaty, I’m sweaty.  What a horror trip.

by Volk Kinetshniy

ROKOVOY for MATERIAL GIRL














Some of the photographs we shot for for Material Girl.
Photography by Rokovoy.
Model is Volk Kinetshniy, Styling by Gina Pantazi, Makeup and Hair by Aiko Tanaka.
Clothing is Jenn Lee, Brandi Foo, Yohji Yamamoto, Zara Shoes.

3.20.2017

It's a Filthy Place by Volk Kinetshniy

It’s a Filthy Place

James, Alan and Teddy are three friends who live in a pisshole.
James is the burglar. Alan is the hustler. And Teddy, well,  let’s just say he is the creative genius.
However it seems they are always being followed by a string of bad luck.

Of course the floor stunk too, but after living long enough in there, you got used to the smell. There was not much space in the tiny flat Teddy and the others were staying in. But there was a television and a fridge and a loo. Once they had a bed also, but it was too much trouble fitting the fridge in, so they sold it. It wasn’t worth a lot of money though.
Now they did have many blankets on the floor where they slept at night. The tiny, dirty window next to the television was broken and cold wind made the place even colder than it was, but Teddy couldn’t leave the spot he was sitting on. He was too cold to move and besides you could watch TV from the spot quite well. He wouldn’t dare move the television, cos maybe the signal would disappear, and then what?

By Volk Kinetshniy

Fuji by Rokovoy




Fuji we shot for DRECK magazine's first print issue.
by Rokovoy
Volk Kinetshniy (Волк Kинечный aka TheCatt), i will be going by this name from now on.