Dancers.

  • Serhij Volodimirovič Polunin
  • Denis Rodkin
  • Artem Ovcharenko

 

People are going to think what they want to think. I let them. You can’t control perception. It’s a losing game so I don’t play. I let them lose; lose themselves in their own fantasies of what they want me to be. A rebel, an angel, a romantic, a heart breaker, a boy, a man. Perhaps I am all of those things. Perhaps I’m none.

But what I am is for me to find out, not to be dictated to me. It’s for me to know.

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