'New hair-style' or how I failed in attempt to look butch

I'm sorry for neglecting my small area of fashionable  sh#t explosion aka my website is for so long, but it seems that just a flacon of Bleu de Chanel  is not enough for me to save myself from one's evel eye. You might have heard of a new Russian trend that MOI and my beloved silicon flaming superstar ( Just joking ) Sergey Zverev are promoting in our areas: him - in Moscow, me - in the pocky holes of Krasnodar. You must be living in the back of beyond Zimbabwe, if you haven't heard of Mr. Zverev. I love your new video, Sergey,  I love you, and you know it...@doublewink@
We both strongly believe that Chanel is the best apotropeic charm after golden Toras, platinum Korans, or  crosses made of some exquisite red woods or what have you. Click Next to see the picture...

But before let me whine a bit....

It's hard to believe in good luck when the whole day is just like one big trouble on your thorny path. 
Look, first,  my long - last wishful trip to Istanbul is hugely discredited now! I can't explain the details, but think that I've been let down by some bastards. 
Besides, I can't decide on which hotel to choose (my BFF must have thought that I was born a travel agent  if he had entrusted me with buying  tickets and booking a room in a hotel. But the thing is I wasn't. If only he knew how vain he is. Nevertheless, I don't want to make him think that I am hopeless).
 I need something which is not far from the airport (cause I'm arriving to  Sabiha Gokcen airport at friggin' 3:45 PM!!!! So I don't want to be sweating like a galloping horse while looking for the hotel! Can a galloping horse sweat, BTW? I have no idea...ha-ha...). I need a hotel which has a stylish interior design (preferably where rooms are made in authentic style). There must be a pool, there must be a gym and free Wi-fi. Let it not include breakfast, cause I'm not going to eat there anyway - I'm on a diet, remember?
And the room mustn't cost me a fortune! I love all cheap and chic, y'all are well aware of it.
I guess it's impossible anyway, but I don't need a sh#t when it doesn't satisfy my needs. I'd be grateful if my loyal hugely beloved readers who are based in Turkey e-mail me immediately with some ideas about the hotel links galore. Thanks. Seni çok seviyorum in advance!
Anyone from this list of 35 Turkish billionaires, wave you hand and just let me stay at one of your numerous mansions, castles, villas, or hotels for god's sake for free!!!  I won't ask for more than a fortnight. Just let me in, cause my pretty pimpled #ss deserves all inclusive, 24 hour room service, one personal slave and Fendi furs on the floor in a bathroom! Just joking, my #ss is lean and childishly pink all the way down. And I'm serious about the Fendi furs... So, identify yourself, you gorgeous bollocks, cause I love you too!

 On a different note, my only one laptop crashed yesterday morning.  So, no bradshawing till Thursday next week. It's terrible coz I've been taping this post with my little finger (It's gonna be my trademark someday, hahaha) for already 2 hours using my crusty tablet. It's a nightmare at its finest.  But tell me what else can't a loving author ( I hate the word "blogger") do for his beloved readers?
I guess there was something wrong with a driver which is responsible for Internet connection. I'm a dyed blond without make-up when it comes to IT, so don't ask me anything about the subject.
To cut a long story short, this was a really unlucky day for me.
Oh, as for the haircut, I like it. Though one of the guards in the building I work in  let fall a comment about my hairstyle tonight,  that I'd better have a "burr" or a  "High and Tight" type of hairstyle.
Busted b#tch must sh#t up his trap or spit his guts out of his dirty mouth before he dares to say me his hellos or byes next time. He hardly knows that a mere guard like him is the last person on earth whose comments I care about at all! But what do you think?
I know I look like a porn star who's only acting in gay twinks sort of adult movies. But tshhhhh! I was just trying to pay hommage to football fans who are now screaming their hearts out there in Brazil. All I had in my head was a hot butch Brazilian mucho macho footballer,  when I was explaining "what I want to get as a result"  to my hairstylist. And what's that ugly stain on my neck right on the left side? Don't worry, it's just a bad Instagram filter which you get it here and there.

Sweet dreams to all of you, my little owls. I love you!!!!!

P.S (edited 25th July 2014): That douchebag, the guard I mean, got sacked today. I don't know what to think. I told about the yesterday's incident just the way I always do, I mean that trivial gay gossip nonsense we share with each other every day, to my friend who works in the same building, she sent my words to the guard's boss and voila, the b#tch's unemployed. I didn't mean it.  Oops...
 Apart from his comments he made about my haircut ( which is more offenive than the thing I'm telling you now),  I told that when I was booking my tickets online, because I don't have an Internet connection at home, this guy came up to me and said to leave the office in 10 minutes, cause he 'had to close the entrance doors", read jerk off his miserable stick under hairy poncho or watch porn or I dunno whatev, anyway he could't do that to me, and besides, he said it in a very authoritative way which I had to accept as a given thing. Ha...nothing of the sort did come to my mind. Hardly had I known that he'd already been scolded by his boss for the same thing but the incident had repeated  with the other person. It's not my fault that he doesn't understand what his boss keeps telling him. He can't be too informal with the working staff!!!! And this must teach him a lesson. 
But I feel really upset now. What if he waits till I leave my office late at night and beats me, or even kills me! I really didn't want them fire that son of the b#tch. I'm scared...I'm really scared!!!
Nevertheless, I heard about his being sacked from the words of another friend, so I hope they'll change their mind!!!! I know my tongue doesn't serve me right, but I'm a human too, leave alone the fact that I can be a real blond from time to time. Blonds deserve a life too, no?
E-mail me and tell what you think. Maybe you've got some similar situations in your hutch to tell.
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Maurice Chabale

That's what I'm going to wear today! 

H&M red jeans, sunglasses from a flea market, color striped sweatshot by MODIS

And remember my motto: it's easy to look fabulous in Chanel, but it's hard to repeat your success when you wear cheap clothes bought on a flea market. 

Resort 2015 Collections: KTZ

I couldn't stay aside of all that buzz around lots of posts on Instagram which depicted Resort 2015 Collections. So I googled Style.com immediately and chose my favourite resort show by KTZ.
Bravo, Marjan Pejoski! You've become my greatest inspiration for the current week. I'm your big fan since now. Actually, I was your fan long before this collection, if only I knew that you'd created a swan tulle dress for my favourite singer Bjork earlier?!  I'm all for Marjan's Macedocian gladiators whom he let smite the audience with splender who was looking at the catwalk in amazement. Models were wearing increadible tatooed tunics and absolutely divine gladiator-esque footwear. I can't wear most  of the outfits, cause they are as it's evident,  tailored not for tiny princesses but for steroid - bound muscle marries which is good! I love it! 
My favourite pieces of the collection include a printed oriental sleevless top and loose shorts which look like a skirt: 

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Monumental necklace and gladiator boots with an open top: 

This bomber: 

Orange & black color mix: 

This pailletted sleeveless top: 
All pictures are courtesy of Style.com

What's new chez vous? 

I've got preeeeeetty much on my plate for you, my dear friends! 
First, yesterday my 'familia d'enfer' left which is sad though. Unfortunately,  I couldn't have spent much time with my most beloved people because of work overload, but the time we spent together was the happiest moment in my lifetime. And they promised to come back in September, so it won't take us long to wait for the next warm and hearty welcome. 
Look at what we did and how we spent time together, the pictures  below tell their own story though. 

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Cycling has always been one of those sports activities that I really enjoy. Actually this is the only one I enjoy. LOL 
You know my attitude to sports. We are not best friends indeed. I'd say our relationships are more than cool. I'm too lazy for doing sport and I'd better be an observer than a participant. But as a matter of fact, recently I've been too lazy for being the observer too in case I wouldn't have skipped all dat jazz around FIFA 2015 in Brazil. Thanks to Stefano Gabbana and Naomi Campbell who keep me informed on a daily basis posting photos on INSTAGRAM about what's going on in the land of hot bodies of Copacabana. 
MOI and my younger monster  brother were walking along Krasnaya street last weekend and all we saw were a load of cyclists who were about to sweep us off our feet. The same idea to rent a bike came to us immediately. 
So we found the nearest BIKE RENTAL and got two bikes. The last time I rid a bike was back two years ago (gosh, time flies!) and I really enjoyed it, but the bikes were not so good. As for the current bikes we took I can say they were the best I ever had in my lifetime. if you swing by the rental place be careful, they claim your passport for using a bike, and charge you around 350 RUB (less than 10$) per hour. But pleasure you'll get is worth the thing. 
I could change speed using twelve different  speed categories while the warm wind was blowing into my face and I felt really happy. We even played leap-frog while cycling. That was fun. All people around were rushing aside when I, screaming like a mad man, tried to hit my brother with my hand. But then we stopped when I saw the golden domes of  my favourite Alexander Nevsky's Cathedral. God, I love this place. Whenever I'm depressed I come here and everything bad's gone out of my head. That is really therapeutic. 

Don't look at my fat arse. I look like J. Lo in skinnies. BTW on this photo I'm wearing my favourite skinny cotton pants by H&M, white tank top I bought last year in a very cheap shop which is called "OBNOVKA". This is a really cool place if we ignore the fact that only Adygei people and low class fashionistas (like MOI) buy clothes there. I don't mind it though.  F#ck it. It really doesn't matter where you buy something good if it's really good and if you look good wearing this or that outfit. And, of course, my ubiquent faux leather rucksack by Daniel Patrici and H&M espadrilles were with me. And my hairstylist is still in Goa, b#tch!!! That's why my hair is a mess...

We rented our bikes for an hour, but after our time limit had been over we decided to take one more hour to cycle a bit more. We cycled far in the woods being led by a strange noise which insistingly was coming from the river side. The noise was being made by a group of bike ravers (what we got known later) who evidently had a sports battle or I dunno, something like that. The atmosphere was enjoyable and it all smelled like hot male testesterone galore cause the ravers were all under pubertant age. I don't care though! I hate teenagers! I mean I don't hate them like I hate queues in a supermarket,  for example, but I just don't pay attention to them whenever I go. AT ALL! they don't exist...I'm all for men in their mid-thirties. You know that better without me!

You know what?  Krasnodar is sometimes charming not because of its special atmosphere, but mostly because of its naive provincial spirit the local people are full of.
There was an event held in honour of homeless children that my camera eye spotted in the city center area. And there was a man on the stage who was speaking  in public for an hour and a half and once he said  a  phrase which choked my ability to be amazed forever cause what he said was more than amazing and a bit hilarious. That's what he said, pardon my French, but:  "I've always tried to be helpful to my big family. I've got five children (*people's deep sighs*). And once I thought that I have to make something which my children would be proud of when they grow up. So I went for a year- long trip around our huge Motherland to write a book" and blah blah blah.
I didn't care anymore what he was talking about later cause his last phrase shot me in head. How one can be proud of a lazy - bone bastard who left his family for friggin' 365 days which seem like eternity, I'm sure they would prefer him to stay cause they need a bread-winner every day not once a year! That's so foolish of him... I hope nobody buys his book.
But frankly speaking, I don't give a sh#t. Let them buy the sh#t. In case the bastard's  foolishness may pay the bills.

That's what caused my belly and my fat arse. Blame my mom, but I just couldn't resist when faced these gorgeously smelling pancakes with a jar of strawberry jam. yum....Lick my balls if you envy me...

I bought a box of puzzles for my brother on New Year 's Eve last year. Hardly had I known that the 14 Y.O monster had already had petting & cuddling things with a stupid chick who's 3 years older than him in my parents' bed and the last thing he needed was damn puzzles. Screw it was Van Gogh's picture copy.

So I woke up early in the morning cause I had insomnia and started to put those puzzles together wearing my pijamas. I gave it up as a bad job after 15 minutes or so, cause it was too much for my inner blond. I'm happy that at least my mom could take a photo of MOI pretending to be Einstein which is gonna be written in the annals of the world fashion history. JK. Look at my eyes.They've never been so blue (screw the red lines around:  I've just woken up, don't forget abt it plz!). 

 I also wanted to write a huge  post dedicated to my mom's vintage garde-robe, but I failed. Blame my buzy ass for that. The only shot I made  was this one below. The skirt  is amazing. My mom could beat Anna Delllo Russo (whom I love too much) in terms of her wardrobe capacity. She's got thousand of gorgeous things I can only dream of,  which she made with her own hands which I sometimes think are made of 18K pure gold, or bought on the local Portobello-like markets she's hugely keen on.
I guess if there is a thing I'm going to inherit from my mom, I'd like it to be that ability to find great things among stocks of crap. She's a real Sherlock Holmes when it comes to cheap & chic stuff. 

Bye-bye my mom and my montrous but beloved brother. See ya in September! I hope...
 Look at what a luggage excess they've got! Even MOI, I don't travel with two huge suitcases. I'm too practical for that. I hate when I see bloggers who put their whole garde-robe's inside on a baggage carousel forcing poor baggage claimers to sweat their guts out while carryng their excess baggage from one place to another. 

Enough family-bound ramblings! 
I've got spicy news for ya! And I'm gonna be as frank with you, as possible. I'd appreciate if you give advice. 
I've  been chatting with my own Mr. Big (remember Sex & the City?) for a forghtnight, and I guess I've seriously fallen in love. It's so stupid and delusional, but I can't help it. I've already been dating with the kindest man I've ever known for a year and a half. He's kind, generous, helpful and I love him so much. But we see each other very seldom because he works in a different city. And it takes me lots of inner work to tolerate long distance realtionships, we have only two calls a day, I don't want to mention our sexual life. I've done all my best to make our relationships seem like 'normal' relationships between two people who love each other. But I'm done, really! We both have gone through many obstacles and challenges which we've been facing during the mentioned period of time. And I really don't know what to do! Love is gone...There is only huge respect which is left. I wouldn't like to lose touch with him, but I can't stand it anymore I want to live a happier life...
Frankly speaking,  it all started as a one-night stand between me and him (I hate one-night standers but this was my only exception in my life), but I dunno how it's grown into something more. I can't say this has been true love, but a wall  risen up between me & him has become much higher. We've become good friends, but I can't say that we are good lovers for each other. And one more important detail. Once he said that he's going to get married (yes, he's bisexual, I know what you think) next year anyway. And that was a dead deal for me. I can't kick his words out of my head. I understand he wants a family, and i feel like i'm an obstacle on his way! It's unbearable...
I think it's unfair to lie and keep it inside me, but I'm terrified when I think of that I'll have to say him in person that I've betrayed him and started relationships (leave alone they're online realtionships) with someone another!!! Probably, I just want to come off clear whatsoev. But I can't tell him because it's me not him who wants to be the first to break up. 
I even can't say that our relationships with Mr. Big will be successful too, I'm not a fortune- teller and I don't want to know what my life will be like in the future. I'd like it all be like a big surprise for me.
All I want is to get rid of this nagging voice inside of my head which keeps telling me that I'm the worst man living on the surface of the Earth. I want him to tell me that he understands it all and we can stay friends. He'll be supportive to me, he'll still love me. 
E-mail me what you think. I love y'all. 
Now I'm off to get my international passport cause soon I'll need it. I'm going to Istambul in July. Hurraaaaa!!! 
Stay tuned....

Maurice Chabale + Maurice Chestnut = ?

I'm not one of those daft & crazy fans around pop stars, drag queens, celebrities. I'll never follow a celeb's way, I'll never hunt him/her for taking pictures of him/her, I'll never be crying like a frantic mamma at their gigs etc...But I just can't keep silent when I crush on somebody famous. If I love smb, I love them from the bottom of my heart and enjoy what they do.  You've probably noticed that I've got lots of crushes. Here is a new one....His name is - Maurice Chestnut. Yes, an actor, not a dancer. OMG...OMG...OMG. I've realized what the expression "dreams come true" means. All of us have an image of a Prince Charming or a Cinderella (it's up to you to choose yr fairy fantasy. ha-ha), it doesn't make an exception for me. I keep an image in my mind, and Maurice Chestnut is its pure reincarnation.
I'd love to meet him in person. Maybe I'll be dissapointed though, but never mind. I just love his character in "The Call" with charming Halle Berry. I'm gonna watch more of his films during the weekend. I advise you to do the same. Love ya....

As I promised. For you...

Hello, darlings! 
As I promised I'm back. And I've got something for you. But let me procrastinate a bit before I splash my weekly visual diary's inside out. I've spent a wonderful week with my family. We get on well together and I'm happy as a pig in mud. 
I don't give a sh#t what people say when I behave like a little child: I  never feel so self-confident as when I'm with people I love (I guess it can be easily mentioned in the photos below). And I think that I should work it out at weekdays too, cause one worries too much about people's opinion when he/she dresses up "too brighly", "too feminine/masculine", too whatsoever. 
But come on...Thanks god, we don't live in the country where they  stone you to death just because of the way you look. Russia is not the safest place on Earth, but I think  that a greater extension of liberty depends on all of us - people! I'm sure that till it doesn't trespasses one's personal space or crime legislation, nobody can say you a word. Yesterday me and my mom discussed this question in detail and we'd  hardly had an argument cause she blamed my "childish appearance" in some issues. For example, that some people don't take me serious just because I look like nothing but a 15-year old teenager. I'm absolutely sure that people who think so or subscribe to the opinion that people's appearance but not  people's deeds matter are completely wrong. Maybe I can't change it, may be it's true, but I don't give a f#ck. I'm living my life and I'm able to surround myself with people who love me and who need me. Let the rest rot in a dust-heap. 
Ignore my negative statement, I'm happy nevertheless. 
There is one more reason why it's that despite my 'familia d'horreur' has come. 
The summer has come at last, and it's brought thousands of little pleasures which complete you life to the fullest. 
Something like that, for instance. Click click click NEXT:

# 1 Eating strawberries (EVERY DAY!!!!)

#2 Enjoying blossoming flowers of all sorts

# 3 Playing basketball in the yard (Okay, just pretending you play basketball) LOL 

And, finally, wearing your favourite summer clothes:

(I know that my heaps are enormous, keep silent, plz)

I know I look old on this peek

 I love my dwarf-like ears. My beautician is in Goa, b#tch!

I've unpacked my fav TERRANOVA skull sneakers that I decorated with crystals last summer. I love them!!!

My hairstylist is in Goa too, bastard!

Tribord shorts, Zara long sleeved top

Hold on some unchategorized photos:

 Guess what's our age gap between MOI & my brother and I'll get you a top designed by MOIself and tailored by my mom for FREE.
E-mail  mauricechabale@yandex.ru when you're ready.

 His legs are jsut to die for, aren't they?

 Really angry bird:

 I love the architecture in Krasno:

 Forget what I've just said abt the way you look. Appearance doesn't matter when you look beautiful, if you look like that chick it means you probably committed a crime! Fashion police ifficer is watching you, b#tch!!!

My brotheR's been playing basketball for 2 years and he's succeededin this game indeed! I think that everything is fair. My mom's a lucky woman. She's got two sons. One of them is obsessed with clothes, the other one is obsessed with sports. BTW she had been waiting for a girl when I was conceived. Love your children whoevever they are! 

When my beloved mommy landed here in Krasnodar, she immediately started to google adresses of the nearest vintage shops which she's obsessed with badly. Here's one of her best windfalls.

I'd like you to share your best moments of the summer season with me too. It's a fashion blog, so let's make it easier for you, and limit the range of topics to just one - My fashionable summer 2014.  E-mail me so that I could choose one of the best. Don't forget to title your photo "Fashionable summer 2014 for MAURICECABALE". The winner will get a top made by MOIself too.  See you later...I love y'all. Happy weekend!!!