corpse of the gone world
April42013
One year. 365 days. 70 photographs. 1000 followers. 16.000 views commited by people from over 1.500 cities all around the world. That’s what would SovietGoner be like in world of numbers and statistics. But we don’t live in universe that can be described in such an easy way. Very fortunately.
When I published my first photograph, exactly the one above, I had no idea what I’m doing. I didn’t know what what I want to give. And why I keep on pressing the shutter. Frankly speaking my dear, I still don’t know it clearly. But I keep on trying to pour all my trapped affections inside the film. I push my limits further than I could ever imagine. And I learn. I got to know so much during this year! I learned the taste of adventure. I learned how to turn destruction into creation. I learned how to light up the darkness. I learned to feel. 
The time goes on and the project will develop. It constantly changes the same way I do. One day the Goner will disappear in chase for his futile dreams. This is the path I’ll definitely walk alone. But that’s not this day. Stay by my side, and let’s enter this gloomy asylum of steel and concrete I wish to create.
Thank you all.
Matt

One year. 365 days. 70 photographs. 1000 followers. 16.000 views commited by people from over 1.500 cities all around the world. That’s what would SovietGoner be like in world of numbers and statistics. But we don’t live in universe that can be described in such an easy way. Very fortunately.

When I published my first photograph, exactly the one above, I had no idea what I’m doing. I didn’t know what what I want to give. And why I keep on pressing the shutter. Frankly speaking my dear, I still don’t know it clearly. But I keep on trying to pour all my trapped affections inside the film. I push my limits further than I could ever imagine. And I learn. I got to know so much during this year! I learned the taste of adventure. I learned how to turn destruction into creation. I learned how to light up the darkness. I learned to feel. 

The time goes on and the project will develop. It constantly changes the same way I do. One day the Goner will disappear in chase for his futile dreams. This is the path I’ll definitely walk alone. But that’s not this day. Stay by my side, and let’s enter this gloomy asylum of steel and concrete I wish to create.

Thank you all.

Matt

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  1. qbnscholar said: Lead the way.
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