I'm your typical art-college student. I breathe through the fumes of cigarette smoke. Religiously pray to my espresso machine at every sun-up. And devour books in the rush of my daily commute. My life is a concrete jungle, and I'm a tourist. I'm inspired by the uniqueness of the world around me. I'm stubborn in my pursuits and I never stop questioning. Restlessness and passion fuels my life. Vladimir Zaytsev is my name, Bay Area is my home. Photography is my major. And I don't expect my life to be easy.
Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.