RAW Magazine Issue 9:
SadCowboy
http://witchcraft.click

Q: Where do you live?

SadCowboy: At the moment I live in Moscow in the old constructivist building, which in its prosperous years belonged to Moscow Telephone Networks. However, these days it is almost abandoned and a strong mixture of some type of asylum or a nursing home is felt in the air.

ヽ༼◉_◔ ༽ノ

Q: What brought you into web design?

SadCowboy: I think it comes from my childhood, I was always busy creating stuff and designing the world around me, I just wasn’t aware that this is what people call “design”. Only years later I found out about this profession — designer. You know, I believe that it is kind of my destiny. I can hardly imagine myself doing something different rather than this.


Q: Who are/were your idols at this time?

SadCowboy: Idol is quite a loud word tbh. I don’t really think I had one ever in my life. Although, at different times I find myself fascinated with different ideas and styles broadcasted by characters. Ok, let’s say right now they are: Howard Roark, George Lois and Lil Peep.

I was always busy creating stuff and designing the world around me, I just wasn’t aware that this is what people call “design”.
–SadCowboy

Q: What does your typical day look like?

SadCowboy: It’s a hard one, since I don’t have any “typical days” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). So let me share what happened today.

Well, I woke up around 11AM. I was lounging in my bed for about 30 mins (i’m not a fan of jumping out of the bed with the first alarm “beep” and run somewhere, you need some time to wake up completely to start your day). Then had my coffee, turned on the Odd Future folks and proceeded working on PurrMeow - it’s an app that has only cat’s purrs and meows - that’s it, nothing extra. I made this app to play with my neighbour’s cat. She likes to respond to the sounds ¯_₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎_/¯

Humble by Kendrick Lamar was playing when I finished my app and uploaded the latest version on my iphone.

Then I rolled my “morning” joint and was heading out to meet my friends for a lunch. You know, this “4:20 stuff” you do ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) Later, I picked up my projector from the repair service. While going back home I made lots of photos of the classical russian winter and other strange stuff, like lost winter gloves in the snow.

By 8 pm I was at my friend’s cool place. He starts his own design business. We had a cup of tea and then I, my projector, Ted and Dinara went upstairs to my studio, smoked dubs and watched weird music videos on YouTube. Daaamn that was a good day.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)━☆゚.*・。゚

Q: What kind of music are you listening to during work?

SadCowboy: That’s what I call a brilliant question, since music is a really important aspect of my work. I can hardly work in complete silence. First of all, i’m trying to catch the vibe of my every project and then select a special sound wave to dive deep into the essence. Those sounds are always different, sometimes it’s Shostakovich and Brahms, other times it can be Mike G and Wiki. I remember this project that made me listening to heavenly catholic choir nonstop.


Q: What tools are you using when designing/developing?

SadCowboy: Brains, pencil, piece of paper, and dozen of different software.

Q: What does your work-process look like?

SadCowboy: Usually i get stuck at the beginning and do everything but work ︵‿︵(´ ͡༎ຶ ͜ʖ ͡༎ຶ `)︵‿︵ I play with the cat, scrolling images on Pinterest and Tumblr, solve Math equations, chat with friends. But at some point I put on my headphones, turn on the music and lose my sense of time. I think at that moment, I’m merging with my laptop. I do not clearly remember what exactly happens during the process. But people say that i’m smiling. (◠‿◠✿)


Q: Your best piece of work?

SadCowboy: This sense of drug intoxication, which appears every time I create something really worthy. Sometimes this feeling can last several days or even a week (˵ ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o˵)

I remember this project that made me listening to heavenly catholic choir nonstop.
–SadCowboy

Q: Your worst piece of work?

SadCowboy: Routine! I hate this shit