
Which of us would have thought then, in the midst of our early youth, in the 90s, when we lived from a concert to a concert, when we almost daily hanged around the basements, entrances, crossings, when we mowed under the image of their idol Konstantin Kinchev-a slanting bangs, jeans, a jacket or a short pea, high boots, a red scarf, a scarf, or a black T-shirt with symbols (the older-the cooler), when they divided the latter, traveling to concerts in cities with almost no pennies, when, sitting from one of their guests, shouting the song “Alice” under the guitar and finishing the last bottle of white, washed down with water, biting a piece of the loaf with mayonnaise, when fights with other musical movements occurred-pancreatists, metallists, metalists, Rapers and other well-wishers-who will we still become when we “grow”?
Having once passed through all this, I decided to make a project about whether people who have passed the “school of life” in the subculture, and if there is, what? Who have they become now? Of course, I did not have the task of cataloging, some active representatives are no longer alive, someone died from drugs and alcohol, and someone became a good specialist or director. Everyone chooses the path by himself.