Designer Oleg Yakovlev and his stories
 

It has long wanted to create a theme for my great friend, Oleg Yakovlev. I would very much like the title of "The exhibition of Oleg Yakovlev, and I very much hope that it will be possible soon, anyway, I no stone unturned:)
I asked him to make his brief autobiography, and he promised, but it is not known when he would write it - have so far without it.
Oleg was born in the year 45-47. He lived in Moscow, the 75-m, the left for Paris, where he has since lived, and good profits.
In my opinion, a very good artist, and I'm 99%sure that Frosinke like it - she loves all sorts of circles and stripes: p

In addition to paintings by Oleg still writes short stories, which I love very much.

See the picture - this is the late 60's - early 70's.

Love, and triangles, too:)

I think I read somewhere that Yakovlev was one of the most commercially successful of our artists in Paris. Its either the Arabs very much appreciated, whether the Japanese. Really?

Nnnn, no, I'm afraid that's not true: o

Here is good to know the philosophy of creativity. Without it rings - just circles. Zlotnikova circles, for example, is a "signaling system". A Yakovlev says that? LCR, may have met you an interview with the artist?

Liana, you are right of course, to read who is Oleg, and why he liked Liane Roginskii is interesno.V Russia, it is unknown artist ..

Interview gone, but the article, wonderful, written by another good artist (quite unlike) and a brilliant essayist Nikita Alexeev. Now re-read and was funny and good:)

http://www.stengazeta.net/article.html?article=2557

Lord, in your country living a very good art critics - Nikita, Andrei Kovalev, Galya Elshevskaya clever, subtle and delicate Anna Tolstova, it is necessary to know them.

Here's another page: http://museum.gif.ru/5_1/01.htm

LCR, thanks to Liana, a little bit it became clear who the Oleg Yakovlev ..
But I (personally) нравяться in Paris, only the pictures of the Russian artist MR

And what Rabin, Tselkov, Bulatov, fences, Steinberg, Vorobiev (or enough to continue?) Incautious words, Eugene:)

I'd rather tell you about youth Oleg Yakovlev. They with their parents (you read in the article, who was his father) lived in such a special town near Moscow, I do not remember what it's called. But six years in his father took him to Moscow to watch. Oleg arrived in Moscow - looks right, left - and did not understand. After a pause, and then asked: "Daddy, why are they not fit?" And the pope answered: "Son, they civilians"

Liana, each has its own tastes ..

  A pity.

Write to us that one of his stories. We are about Hera Karavaeva never know what history has ended or naooborot to begin.

Here's one story of Oleg, is


A wealthy American immigrant named Evreytser once went to Europe to see Paris and the Eiffel Tower. He flew across the ocean on a plane from the airport to the hotel took a bus, and thence to the tower decided to get on the subway. Evreytser got off the train at the station "Trocadero", went down the corridor, climbed the stairs and found ourselves on Dzerzhinsky Square MOSCOW. "Oh!" - Thought Evreytser, and his body was cotton. But it was Moscow, which was confirmed by a thick morozhenschitsey, newsstand with "economic newspaper" and pictures of the actress and actor Chourikova Morgunova. "Oh!" - Said Evreytser, and would have said something more sure, but then it blew some woman with a great ass and a plastic baby bath and yelled: "Well, what got something, blind, or what?" And who was walking behind her unshaven man in a dusty jacket with lapels rolled into a tube blew his nose on the pavement, so much so that Evreytsera almost vomit. Ran over a boy with impudent eyes and outstretched palm, moaned: "Chuingam, chuingam!" Horrified Evreytser rushed to the subway station and was on the "Trocadero", where the turnstiles was a dark-skinned Azhan, but from fotoavtomata heard laughter. Realizing that he was in Paris, Evreytser pushed the door, climbed the stairs, and was back on Dzerzhinsky Square directly opposite the KGB (and no hint of the Eiffel Tower). "My God!" - Exclaimed Evreytser, rushed down, and again ran to the station turnstiles "Trocadero". Azhan already gone, and now in its place was not a Japanese woman, not a Chinese woman, and rummaged in her handbag. And from fotoavtomata raced some grunt. "All this seems to me" - decided to calm, Evreytser, - "because I'm actually in Paris, after all, I went to Paris, and I went to Paris ..."
The third time he saw the ladder and the third time went on Dzerzhinsky Square. Then he was approached by a man in civilian clothes with a merry twinkle in his eyes and said: "What are you - that there is here? And let me see your dokumentiki-ka! .. "
Go at that, because of Evreytsere any more information do not have.


I neshla his autobiography in the magazine "The Art of Leningrad" in March 1991, put it, and the annex.

LCR, text - super, there is oberiuty!

I am very pleased that you like!

Will put 2 more, but then - everything, and no one to buy my book would not, when I will issue:)

Andrei

Andrei received a one-room apartment in an old but well-renovated house in Sand Street. He waited so long it saved money on a soft and comfortable furniture, has already bought the curtain on the window. He will live as he wants to take friends, bring plenty of girls and nobody, nobody to tell him he can not, because the apartment - his.
But the apartment for some reason turned out to be some kind of magic. For example, Andrei wants to go to the bathroom, went into the corridor, opened the door, and there - a kitchen, another opens - and there - bathroom, open the third, and then again either a kitchen or bathroom and toilet as if it never happened at all .. . Or, for example, Andrei wants to go to the kitchen to boil the tea itself, will open the door - there is a toilet, open another - bathroom, crossed Andrei, will open the third, and there again a toilet. Or, for example, Andrei wants to take a bath, well, in general, the same thing happens.
Mayalsya so Andryushka - this tousled favorite of the whole team for a long time, and then figured out how to live, using public utilities (for which, incidentally, still have to pay). He said to himself: "I'm going pomoyus", and the times and in the kitchen and the refrigerator, and she had nowhere to go, and when he wanted to bathe, then he should say to himself: "It's good to eat something .. ., "and suddenly okazyvatsya in the bathroom, and so on. In short, Andryushka these concepts have changed places, and because of this outside the house with him a lot happening all most amusing stories. For example, this. He comes once in a restaurant "Youth" and orders a "pee and pokakat" - a waitress in a creek. Police, Andrei in the neck. Protocol. Hooligan. Once, and no summer vacation left ... That's it! Though laugh now, and even cry.

the dangers of smoking

Tolstoy briskly, despite the age, trundling along a path on a bicycle. Sparrows were twittering. Tender sunlight. Fun potrenkivali spokes. A simple homespun shirt bubbles, beard fluttered in the wind.
Returning from a walk, and saying a few words of the phonograph - the new miracle Edisonovu, Tolstoy had a glass of vodka, and grunted, broken boxes of matches, lit a cigar. Lit up and immediately disappeared into the clubs of blue smoke.
Tolstoy did not come out either for lunch or for dinner or for breakfast. It lasted, sought, but never found ...

LCR, Well, it - Harms, one to one, and, not worse! You know, we can poobsuzhdat edition of this book.