Krasno is not a cesspit as it all may seem

My office is situated  at the top floor of one of those shopping centers which flood the city center. Nothing special except a room of the official Italian Embassy where one can get a visa to visit the land of hot Italian muscle studs and a bedding shop by Blumarine where I've found nice sheets for my new bedroom (no silk coz silken sheets are for posh losers who ignore the meaning of the word 'comfort'!!!!).
Those have been the same trivial working hours till the moment I noticed some chicks in brand super tuper cool 'fringues' going back & forth in front of my panorama windows in my office. They are made of A class glass so that I could contemplate the exterior. Screw that they open to a neighbourhood office where a couple of nerds work.  They wear shabby clothes, they never take their cheap caps off, they have beards just like the same ones which Norvegian loggers have.
So one of the girls  had a stunning Cow leather & Chevre Birkin 35 Green Shine bag. I don't know whether it was a counterfeit or not but the woman looked like a good blond cocks#cker who can afford the Birkin bag because she had probably earned money by doing a good job with her bubble lips & butts.
The other one was a tall beautiful woman in her thirties. She wore high - heel Louboutins. G.O.D, they were so high so that the image of the Eiffel Tower immediately came up through my mind. And which was also etched in my mind, a high waisted amphora shaped mini skirt embellished with Sicilian Moor print by Dolce & Gabbana!!!!!

photo credit: http://www.swide.com/

Mamma Mia...I would die for that skirt! JK

A guy with an awkward gait, United Colors of Benetton white tote bag, my famous readers, broken promises

I didn't go to the exhibition cause I didn't find any worthy  favorable reviews online. Not that I tend to follow majority opinion, but I trust people's opinion if I hesitate somehow.
My inner voice is now telling me: "Stop lying, bitch, you were just a lazy-bone who didn't want to drag your ass out!"
Maybe...
That's not my only sin during the week. Forgive me, Father, Lord -  I've committed a crime against MOIself and my shiny guts.
Look what happened at Easter:

"Money should be spent here & now...."

How are you doing, boys and girls, sexy models, gay twink males, chubby mature money bags and many others? It's been a long tiring week, right? Actually it hasn't finished yet, but tomorow I'm gonna have a day-off. I've planned to go to an exhibition which name I'd prefer to keep in secret for now. So, I'll report about it tomorrow, if I decide to go (read like if I'm able to find something respectable in my closet). /oink-oink/ 

Have you heard the last, but not least news from the Ukraine? Now we Russians are banned to visit this country. Ha...Who's dissapointed in da club? I can only hear the voice of cheap faux Louis Vuitton bags' lovers and second-hand dealers. Well should we ban anything for Ukrainian people 'en revanche'? Let's say, going to Russian Fashion Week, for example? No. Performing on the Russian stage? No. Now your turn...

But I think we should just accept it till very masculine Mr. Lavrov copes with this problem. I know, you're mostly into fashion thing, but not into politics? But there is a relation between two things. The global economy! Think about it. I won't get into details, but you can figure out perfectly what I mean. Start with a currency exchange...

But revenons a nos moutons. Let's speak about beauty. Have you seen a new video by Renata Litvinova. If you don't know who she is you must be living on a different planet.  She is the queen of Russian art-house!!!! I adore art-house!!! I've always wanted to be such an individual like her. There is a short list of 

women I used to copycat in my childhood. I copied everything: their voice, their manners, their statue etc. I failed of course, cause they were inimitable. Renata Litvinova is one of those women. She's very special. 

She's chic. She's strong-willed. She's talented. That's enough for being a contemporary icon. Agree? 

Besides, we have smth. in common. I agree with her statement in the short movie that money should be spent here & now (sounds funny, but my left palm fells like itchy while I'm writing this phrase) or they'll dissapear immediately. Money are created to enjoy all the good things that life's bringing. Screw the fact you're poor...It's better to die in poverty  POWERty after having savoured the best things in life, than one day realize that you've been saving money for all your life, but you hadn't felt happy a minute because of some Ukrainian bullsh#t on da plate (JK). It's up to you to choose things which make you feel happy. As 4 me, it's travelling, permanently changing situation in my garde-robe (read at least 10 new items a month), job and my hobbies which are worth some investment. Shall I mention Birkin bags, a villa in Miami, my label,  5 Top - rated Michelin Star restaurants to have lunch in, a Chrysler Aspen for weekdays, and an Audi R8 Spyder for going out? So narrow -  minded, but I don't care...

Enough vapid chat. Let's enjoy beauty. 

Estet fashion Week 2014 with love

So MFW is over, but Moscow never sleeps, especially fashion Moscow! That's why Estet Fashion Week 2014 is upcoming soon.

The 7th season, four days, more than 23 participants. Here's a bit of fashion arithmetic.

Let's play 'who is who' game now.

I'm doing this not just because I think that a statement "the curiosity killed a cat"  is false, but mostly because of it's just interesting to get to know new faces from the world of fashion. 

I love discoverying something new. Who knows, maybe one day, I'll be the one who'll discover  new Kate Moss or John Galliano. And everyone will start to play "lovin' lovin' MOI" game! What? Though we don't need copycats, I'd love to give a hand to a big talent when needed.

Fashion Name #1 

Nabil Hayari

                         Photo credit: http://www.hayariparis.com/

Elegant collections created by Mr. Hayari whose fashion house is based in PARIS (!!!!) are loved by top models and princesses of all sorts. His attires of genuine beauty smell classic, but scent pure luxury at the same time. I love this black garment on "Mrs World and Mrs Russia" Alisa Krylova (0:12 min). 

Moscow Fashion Week: from Alexader Arutyunov to Igor Chapurin 

I'm officially declaring that since now I'm gonna stop pigging out and put myself on a strict, low - fat diet. EPIC! That means that if I wanna shine bright on the most fascinating beaches around the world  from Kuala Lumpur to Cambodia, from Turkey to Puerto Rico, from Crymea to Sochi, I'll have to deprive myself from 3 bars of milk chocolate a day which are equivalent to 300gr (or maybe not equivalent, but I don't care, coz I'm a  damn fool in maths) of my favourite sweets called "Umka - Konti" (produced in Ukraine) that I hardly blinked at eating yesterday night. No more pâté, no more milk, no more barbeques, no more sweetmeat, only a rib of celery is my best friend! I'm dead serious about that! And it's not said just for being said. I mean it! 

Where is fashion whereas there's an ugly paunch developed on my lean body? 

I don't want to look like pregnant Kim Kardashian lounging poolside (though she looked beautiful on these photos, if you have Kim's speed dial, please tell her, that there's one Russian ghetto boy obsessed with fashion and her majestic beauty, I'm not kiddin').

It's really hard to keep fit when you work so hard as I do, when you come back at midnight and the only thing you dream of is a huge bloody steak with a glass of red wine. I'm not that kind of bloggers who blog just to kill time because they have everything in life and they wanna make profit just out of one another profitable MONEYLANDIA kind of source, I'm living for fashion! I admit that I can't afford myself anything but loads of lettuce, kilos of fruits, litres of yogurt, fresh juice, and some fresh fish fillets anymore in my life. The only thing I'll never give up doing is eating my favourite Philadelphia light rolls.

Ok, let's stop this culinary pr#stitution! 

Let's speak about my stuff for I haven't posted enries for about a week or so. Pardon my busy @ss, cuties!

When blogging becomes my main business, I promise to update more often with more qualified content and more authentic pictures. 

You won't believe me if  tell you what has happened to me! 

I've lost my passport! I know that I'm the epitome of irresponsibility when it comes to my belongings, I'm  indeed a King of Lost Things!!! Check it: lost Samsung laptop in October 2011, lost Nokia mobile phone in August 2013, lost H&M gloves in December 2014. Don't get me started and mention an uncountable number of lost umbrellas, silver chains, hats, keys and so forth. Ha-Ha. But it might have been funny till I got realized that I had  lost the most important document in my life! (Okay, maybe my first press-pass to Moscow Fashion Week would be more important to me than my passport, so please tell Alexandra Roshchuk and all those guys who work for http://mfw.ru/  that I don't own a company, I don't have index, and I don't want to complete a monthly ACR (audience coverage rate) column, but I urgently need to go to MFW, or Mercedez Fashion Week next year. This is a matter of life and death). So I was about to go to the police station to be charged 2500RUB and to apply for a new passport, I even resigned myself to the idea of at least 2 heart attacks, high blood pressure, insane migraine that would be waiting for me on the way while the new passport was being done.  

All that bullsh#t literally becomes your cursed loop when you're bounded to Russian red tape. 

 So lucky I am to be surrounded by kind people around. They supported me with kind words, they said not to panic and to try to remember where I might leave my passport. I followed their advice. Though my apartment had become a mess after I had turned everything upside-down there, thanks God, I  found it yesterday.  I literally got 3 orgasms at a time after this windfall. I'm sure this is divine intent which helped coz it was Palm Sunday Eve. 

Enough drama!!!

Let's speak about fashion instead...

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MJ is alive! 

He will stay alive in my heart forever! I miss you, Michael. We all do! I have never been such a big  fan of any performers but you! (Okay - okay I just couldn't mention the names of  George Michael, Junior boys, Madonna, T.a.t.u, Eva Polna I love too). 

Glad that you keep blessing us with all your inner light, and your music! I've listened to this track hundreds of times since I've found it on Youtube through the 'Perfect Day Off' blog I follow.  Enjoy!!! 

Ugly 'taxi driver' incident or how Chanel can save you from feelin' blue. 

I can't help but repeat over and over again how I hate transport system in this f#kin' city of nowhere where traffic jams which may particularly block you on the road for no less than 3 hours (proved by personal experience) is like a 'normal' situation. Which is, of course,  ABNORMAL by nature,  coz Okay, let's admit there are horrible traffic jams in the other capital cities, but they at least have their own Undergrounds,  so where is ours I wonder? 

And it's not the last symphony of evil when it comes to  roads here. Look at the fugly pavements, even in the city center, leave alone stupid, rude,  fat tram conductors, full shuttle-buses (the last one I saw was so damn full, so that I literally could behold asses hanging out of the windows with my own eyes!) and yadda yadda yadda. 

I've been able to find comfort only in cabs since till I can't drive or afford a personal driver (BTW, I'm thinking' of hiring my dunce younger brother when he's at the age of f#ckability  relative maturity to get a driver's licence) LOL.

I've been using cabs for ages. There are f#ck-ups with them too, but it's much better than a public transport, hands down! Walking a thorny path of using cabs, I learnt how to make your driver not smoke inside, not open windows when it's freezin' out, not talk to me after a hard working day.

Unfortunately, they hire immigrants in most cases. I'm not racist. I don't think of other people at all, pardon my egocentrism!  But when it comes to my personal comfort which is commonly (I dunno occasionally or not) broken by impudent natives of Cockasus Mountains, I absolutely don't give a sh#t about PC, tolerance or whatsev. Here are 2 stories of my life related to some bad incidents while using cabs: 

GQ profusion à la Russe

I've come back home. There's been lots of work since the weekend. So I decided to relieve stress by dropping in the nearest shopping mall near my hood. Thanx to a taxi - driver who hadn't got change for 1000Rub (~28$), so I had to go to the mall and buy something coz, you know, those b#tches at the cash desk don't change money even for their orgasmageddon's sake!  So I rushed to the rack and grabbed my fav. ones.
I have been collecting GQ Style Russia for ages. The most part of the collection is being kept in my new apartment and waiting for the moment when it's accurately piled on the shelves. I feel so pity for I had lost some precious exemplaires while "motion times" when I had to change abodes like a frantic whore changes motels, because I was new in da city, and so helpless without my personal abode.

I've bought some other mags. One is  called  "Russian reporter" with one of my fav. writers - Zahar Prilepin on its cover. You can find his books on his personal web page. Invest into Russian Geniusnessness!  He's got a really good taste in literature, you may trust me! I've read some of his books. He' s gonna give birth to a new novel soon if the cover is to be trusted.  And I like him not because he's bald and brutal.  LOL. He belongs to a new generation of Russian classics, so you know how I feel about old school stuff.  Another mag is called  - "Fashion & beauty". Actually I didn't buy it. It's for free. You can find it in big supermarkets, or in a cafe around the city center area. I picked it earlier in the morning when I had breakfast at "Nippon House". I'm the happiest person in the world. Welcome, my new inspiration!!!

That's it for now. I love y'all. Read books, read blogs, read mags, read whatever you like coz reading is Faith. EVANGELIUM SECUNDUM MATTHAEUM! God bless you and all DAT jazz....I'm off to sleep, b#tches! Wish me some words of love via text msgs. mchabale@yandex.ru 

Nicolas Formichetti for #DieselTribute, bravo!

Photo credit: NICK KNIGHT (using smartphone!!!!)

Congrats to Nicolas Formichetti with his successful debut for DIESEL. I hope my beloved Renzo Rosso appreciated your work well! Orally, of course! 

Guys, doncha like this trend: when new blood is injected  into storied fashion brands? I do!  And I'm all supportive about that! 

I think that "I just wanna shake it a little bit" campaign has turned out to be nothing,  but a great story of success! 

Pussy Riot who? 

                                                                           Photo credit: dieselreboot

Nicolas's collection impressed me even more than publicly reveiled G. W. Bush's artistic side on display. I love your work, Nicolas, just know it! I've been lovin' you, and everythin' abt you since the infamous "Anatomy of change" for Mugler!!!! Just so happy 4 ya, I can't express in words! 

I would rush to Diesel store here in my land of matryoshkafuckas  sexy navy cadets and the best models Natasha Vodyanova and Sasha Pivivarova, but retailers are so slow here. And I doubt that the whole #DieselTribute line will reach the local market at all. 

 So let's go and see what they have on their webpage.

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It's all about dreamin'

I've spent the entire day in my personally created kingdom of  boredom.

No people around, no flashing lights, no phone calls, no anything  except me and my jerking evenings  (Just joking) loneliness. And nothing can be more relaxing,  than having sex with your own thoughts when nobody can reach you. If only you're not a barbicized blondie with two brain cells, of course. I can't say that I've gone too far from that type, but I like to think, to dream as a matter of fact.

Yes, today I'd like to speak about dreams. Not those pictures which one sees every night, but about something one has always wanted to have or to be. I'd like to share some with you, so that I hope this all would be like a "go and do likewise' procedure.

Go ahead and let your subconsciousness split out. May be some of your dreamz will come true, may be some of them will stay locked inside your brain cage forever, but for God's sake, for sure.

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3 things about Prada spring/summer 2014 campaign

OMG, now I can hardly breathe through excitement I'm full of!!!! Check it out: the first thing - is Miuccia's undespicable talent, of course! 

The second one  is -  'Steven Meisel, you're fuck###n' gorgeous, and U know it!' situation. 

 Ain't I the latest  'fashion monstar' to watch this video? 

Prada has gathered all the it-guuuuurls together to play glamour tennis and dressed them up in maybe the best fur-coats in history in front of Mr. Meisel's lenses. This is the final match point!  

To say that this ad campaign is good means to say nothing. It is perfect! It's fun. The colors are marvelous. You may trust the words of an good ol' Uncle Ogilvy in spirits aka MOI! Please, welcomE!

I wish I could purchase every piece there, but my poor bureaucratic motherland doesn't pay me enough because my profession had been damned thrice (not forever I hope) once in a day, and gosh, it doesn't allow me to purchase more than a pair of socks. They are gorgeous though! 

I'm proclaiming Prada, Prada, Prada Profucion here in the land of matryoshkafuckers, red velvet mocassins and white socks above the flip-flops!!!!! 

If the latest trends are to be trusted,  and the great ones of the Fashion World had allowed us, mere mortals, to put on socks in combination with summer footwear, you, bitch##es, must bow down to us, Russians for that!!! JK!  

I've seen this 'tendance terrible' not in Europe, not in Asia, but here in Russia (which actually has always been handled with gloves off here) since I remember MOIself! How dew like it? Ah?

Nice, innit? 

Look, what one of my acquaintances has made. Adorable wall covering, innit?!!!! The technique is simple as Photoshop. She just uses coloured crayons. I think maybe I could ask her to do something for my apartment. It would be nice. And it reminds me of the summer badly. God, I hate this weather. It's a  f###ing spring! I've moved for the South not to freeze like a whore in the North Pole. Besides, I've bought some accessories to show off. But they work only when it's hot. You god damn weather!!!! You're so unfair to MOI!!! Needa pee, will come back later. Kisses!

Mon Yves!

Since they'd announced that a new film based on life of the best French couturier (after Christian Dior) Yves Saint Laurent is going to appear in the cinema theatres, I told myself that I'll be the first to watch the premiere. But little by little,  being covered with all sort of things in my life that have happened so unexpectedely and wistfully, I forgot about my promise. 

But better late than never. Am I right?  Now I'm watching an old  film about Yves St. Laurent (you know, that one, where his friend Pierre Bergé tells about their private life). I must be a fool if I've been ignoring the information about his geniousness till now. Frankly speaking,  he has never been my fashion idol like John Galliano has, for example. But come on, my ignorance can be excused by a huge generation gap and some other things you'd better keep 'hush-hush' of.  Now, of course, I can see, how undoubtedly genious Mr. Laurent was is, what an incredible person with an unimaginable farsight. Look at his dresses, and all those looks he created! OMG! I'm dreaming of my personal Mondrian dress right now. Okay, may be a T-shirt printed Mondrian will work for the summer too. But I can't find it on any respectable online shop. Then I'll have to ask my mom to handle it, as usual. Anyway, my personal designer will always be my favourite one (Mr. Van Noten, you still have a chance to push one aside, but don't tell my mom!) LOL.