DIFUSIE Magazine Issue 013 — “Requiem For A Titan: The Randy Elegy”

DIFUSIE MAGAZINE | ISSUE 013

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Requiem For A Titan: The Randy Elegy – POSTHUMOUS

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DIFUSIE Magazine shatters its own format with Issue 013: “THE ARCHIVE OF A GOD: RANDY (JASON PACHECO) – POSTHUMOUS.” This is not a new issue. It is a deliberate, heartbreaking excavation. A ghost summoned from the magnetic tape and digital cache of 2021. This volume is a sacred vault, opened for the first and only time, dedicated to the late, luminous star, Randy (Jason Pacheco). Every image, every frame, is a relic from a lost world—a future that was being built, forever frozen in time.

This is not a memorial constructed after the fact. It is a preserved present, a living memory printed with the urgency of then, but felt with the piercing ache of now. The light in these photographs did not know it was becoming history.

The lenses of Yuri Sokolov and Elena van Gallen, which once captured Randy’s raw, kinetic present, now function as archaeologists of a vanished moment. They reveal not a man aware of his legacy, but a titan in motion, captured with the intimate, unguarded confidence of collaboration. The sweat, the focus, the effortless command—all documented not as a farewell, but as a vibrant, ongoing dialogue. Mira Trocky’s effects from those sessions—the grit, the sheen—are no longer textures of a performance, but forensic details of a presence that was, and is no more.

Styled by Dusan Nikola Ripley in the looks of a future that never arrived, and framed within the prophetic sets of Andy Draper, Randy exists here in a perpetual state of becoming. The House of Ilic garments hang on him not as costumes, but as the skin of the icon he was destined to be. Indira Samrat’s lighting, once used to sculpt a contemporary god, now illuminates a timeless one.

The narrative by Elena Volk is the bridge between that lost present and our mourning now. It is not an interview, but a haunting. A direct address to the man in the photographs, woven with fragments of unprinted conversations from that era, studio whispers, and the deafening silence that followed. She speaks to the ghost in the machine, asking the images the questions we can no longer ask the man.

DIFUSIE 013: The Archive of a God. We are not publishing an issue. We are opening a tomb built of light. You are not buying a magazine. You are securing a piece of a snuffed-out sun. These are the last testaments of a body that believed it had forever. Look closely. This is what eternity looked like, once.