Wasted Youth
Sasha Kurmaz won’t be pinned down. Not in a box, not in a label, not even in a single, clean sentence. He slips through categories like smoke through cracked windows, leaving behind a scent of something burning. Perverse voyeur? A prophet of wasted youth? Bisexual excess in human form? His camera eats the world whole. Flesh, neon, asphalt, ecstasy - anything that shivers in the light. Anything that looks like it might bite back. And somehow, no matter how raw, how grimy, how reckless, it’s absolutely beautiful. The kind of beauty that feels like it shouldn’t be, like it was never meant to be seen this way. But here it is, captured, framed, undeniable. It’s real, it’s true, it’s us.
What matters most is the moment when something ugly becomes hypnotic, when filth turns into poetry, when the world strips down and stands there, raw and waiting. Sasha measures cocks, dissects monkeys, puts a swastika onto the table before snorting it up. Not for shock, not for cheap thrills - there’s something more, something honest. He shoots what’s there. The things people don’t want to see, but can’t stop looking at. The kind of images that brand themselves deep into my brain and never leave. And what can I do? Nothing. I just stand here, watch, feel it crawl under my skin. The kind of filth that doesn’t wash off. The kind that makes me want more, more, more.
The camera keeps rolling. It’s a silent witness, an accomplice, never flinching, never looking away. Sasha’s work is way too intense, too electric, too alive to turn away from. He moves through the world like a fever dream, sweat-drenched, intoxicating, a little sickly sweet. He pulls me in without a word, makes me complicit without asking for permission. There’s a kind of violence in that, but also something tender, something disturbingly intimate. A whispered confession that no one remembers making. Maybe he’ll let me in one day. Maybe he never will. Maybe I’m already there, trapped forever inside the frame, watching myself through his eyes, and I just haven’t realized it yet.