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.

Monsieur Laurent is obviously my type of person to be: shy, rebelious, contradictive, sometimes, - naughty. I'm sure he is my ancestor. How to explain our inner genious then?

Okay, I'm not genious like Him, maybe, but I'm doing a great job by adopting his style and throwing it into masses. Find ten differences. Mr. Laurent, go!!!!
Photo credit: Jeanloup Sieff
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Now my turn, go!!!!


 photo credit: Anton Zvyagin




We have smth. in common, don't we?

I'm also so proud of MOIself that I still remember French, and can watch movies without subtitles (Gawd, I haven't practiced for ages). So, citizens of 'la terre du COCKQ Gaulois", e-mail me as soon as possible, and we'll arrange a BDSM skype session together. I'll be at your disposal all night long. He-he...

All I want to say that, you can be proud of such kind of people Yves St. Laurent belongs to, who used to breath the same air of French origin as you do. I'm dying of envy, you burring asslickers. I love y'all!

So, wait for the moment those bitches in French Ambassy approve my visa application, and we'll get together to shop around La Place Francois I in memory of St. Laurent The Great! But now just enjoy the movie. Sleep well, cuties. See you tomorrow!


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Scream out a 'Big Yes' to Monsieur Yudashkin!



I dunno how abt you, cuties, but I'm hugely proud of what our personal Marc Jacobs, Karl Lagerfelds, Vera Wangs with a Russian "propiska" (read 'a living permit') keep doing! One of them, who apparently has no any international name to be compared with, the infamous Russian couturier Valentin Yudashkin gave birth to a new Fall/Winter 2014/15 collection. Let me introduce you to a full-length video by Fashion Channel .

I can't stop saying 'yes-yes-yes' to everything there starting from my adorable Pharell's soundtrack as a livestream catwalk accompaniment to very chic footwear pieces (why ain't I been born a gurl to wear all this pure luxury?) up to the ultimate look!

The fur coat on 2:45 min is a seasonal must have for Matryoskafuckas, a citizen of Russian megapolis. I can't wait for going to Moscow to try some of these pieces on. I'm bound to surf Valentin's website for now to let my pores sop the beauty online.

Enjoy!

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Fool's Day


Do you have any ideas for the International Fool's Day? Here are mine (actually, not personally invented, but licked away from the Internet) if you'd like to take revenge upon your monstrous friends who used to keep stealing your lipgloss while you were doing your things in WC, or upon your superior co-workers who had once overcharged you with some extra work. Keep cold-hearted while doing this, but be ready to meet with a rebuff!

Photo credit: Maxim

Photo credit: Maxim

Photo credit: Maxim

Photo credit: Maxim

Photo credit: Maxim


I hope you enjoyed it! Write me if you managed to use some of these tips. Don't forget to provide your litl 'diabolesque' acts with a photo reportage. I'll serve the best of yours my sperm COCKtail with Bleu de Chanel scent. If not, be sure to get a kiss from MOI. LOL I LURVE YOU!

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You work it hard (you work it): search for your life lessons in song lyrics!




By following my inner intuition I've found an answer to the burning question which has been persuing me for ages:   "What's ya next step, baby?"

And you won't believe me if I reveal the name of a person who's helped a lot!
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Miss Charming -  Swen Stefani!!!! Welcome!
I instinctively googled her name, found her Twitter account, added her in my Friends list, made a "what's new" kind of research,  and found out the video named "Push & shove". Maybe I'm not the most responsible fan of hers (not only of hers, actually LOL), in case I would have found that video much earlier (anyway, Omnia tempus habent ), but sometimes I feel like to turn back to the past years to reminiscence some happy moments where music has always been like a life - turning background. There are some performers I'll never stop to love, coz they are a big part of my life. Gwen is the forward in the list.
What I'm speaking about is that at one point, everyone who doesn't belong to a "lazybone" -  "sluggard" -  "bloodsucker" -  "coachpotato" sort of thing will resolutely be standing at the crossroad,  being ready to choose their own way in life.
I'm standing there now. It hurts. But thank Gwen Stefani, her song did a good turn to me.


"Step up to the plate



No underestimate




No, never play it safe


No relax"

Isn't it a life proclaimer? 
I'm so obsessed with the rhythm. Look at Gwen's Arlequin chessboard-like coat, it must be mine!!!! 
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The most awful day in my life 




OMG, why oh why does this sh#t happen to me? Why can't I be a fortune - teller? If this is my Karma, I'd better sell myself into slavery for I'll have nothing to lose. Just kiddin'. Forget it!


Things had turned to the worst when I woke up at 9AM and found out that VOILA: there's no water in the tap, no electricity either! Thank my farsight, I had stocked some water in galoons beforehand and it wasn't dark in the street so I could use my tablet as a mirror to lotion my face (Yes, oui, si: I NEVER get out of my apartment without putting cosmetics on). Actually, this sh#t has been happening to MOI since I moved into this place I am now. And there is nothing worse than doing facial with cold water, not having taken a shower afore.


Friday is my official day-off, but I've got to do some freelance work (the summer is going to show up, you know, so I need loads of new things) for the last decade, so I can't f#ck up on my clients.


I had to grab my ass out. The weather is sh#ttier than my mood is. People seem to be ugly physically and mentally.


I've seen so many trash people for now, you won't believe me if I describe how trash they are. They are rude and tired of their miserable lives. Me too, BTW. Oh, where is my dark-skinned Prince Charming on BMW who'll drive me away to his Golden Gate villa at the seaside somewhere in a paradise-like island?


Revenons a nos moutons, though!


Well, it would have taken me god knows how much time to wait for the cab, so I'd got a bus and had I better taken that f###ing taxi coz public transport is always such a drama, especially in my country of matryoshkadollfuckersanddramalovers the "kindest people in da world".


I had only to take a seat wishing to catch up with my sleep, when my left ear detected a dissatisfied mumbling which belonged to an old lady in her early fifties (so she is not so old then, though she looked like a drunk whore). She begged for my seat, not anybody else's one but MY f##ing window SEAT warmed by my fab ass!!!! There was another woman next to me, so it took me to play good ol' acrobatic rider to leave the seat for the lady and to form in a row of faceless, badly smelling people crowding the bus. A gentleman inside MOI couldn't say no to her! Did I say that the old bitch went off after three stops though? Wish her all the best worst!


On my way home I encountered a late bloomer who was retelling his experiences in Chernobyl to his younger brother I guess, whatsoever. The thing is he was like a loudspeaker which they typically use at meetings to shitload the crowd. And everybody beside him, including ME, had to listen to his eloquent story about a woman who had been blown up the mine, and about himself escaping from a radioctive acvtivity whatchemcallit.


As soon as I arrived I got a message from my client that rain or sunshine she couldn't come. Shit!


I burst out crying out all the curse words I know right in the street.


Then I was in a terrible traffic jam.


I was terribly hungry so I decided to drop into a cafe near my hood and they served me a rotten meat. Can you imagine? One of the pieces was extremely dry and there were some hardly identified green spots in its fibres.


In fact, I felt an orgasm when I crossed my porch line. I was so happy to be at home.


The first thing I did was I took a shower, then I started surfing the Internet and look at the news I got found:

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Photo credit: Мой город


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This is an illustrated version of a fairy tale written by a young online author Sionella Petrova. She is well known for her 'innocent' infantile gay prose. Her name would be googled only by members of a tiny Russian speaking 'faggotrocious' community who like nighty night jerk-offs while reading something 'hot' (say hi to Paris Hilton from MOI coz I like this word too!!!) if only some stupid guys from the National Kazakhstan Ministry of Education had learnt Russian ABC better not to confuse Z and S. Instead of a Russian poet Zoe Petrova 's name they mentioned the one of Sionella in the yearly reccomended extra home reading list. Ha-ha! Ain't it funny?


I understand those stupid precautious homophob parents though, who had been 'shocked' Their stress was heavier than mine though! That makes me relieved. INDEED. JK! ))))






I'm off, darlings! Forget my exhaustion! Love y'all!!!


If you're shy enough to send me some words of love, then send me something material of not less than US100$ worth. Contact me to get my address! I'll update later when I get rid of my daily stress! Chao...Bisous!


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Window shopping



I had a gap between my working hours today, so I decided to go for a walk despite gloomy weather outdoors, and to go window shopping as I've already spent too much for the current moment. Oh boy, if only I could spend less....


I liked the way they decorated a shop-window at EXCELSIOR very much:


 Frankly speaking,  I'm thrilled to get in there, coz they have a very unhospitable atmosphere IMHO, as if  you know, they'll turn my fgly fab ass away,  the very exact moment I'll  dare to make a step towards this luxury store with all my ghetto looks. 
I guess this fear comes from those times when I was about seven y.o., MOI and my mother popped in a Versace boutique in St. Petersburg (I still remember a marquee - like yellow building hidden deep in the trees), and the shop-assistants from there turned their looks on us the way,  as if we had been  mice destined to be fed to some street cats from a trash bin. 
I've had a dream since then: Imagine MOI, proudly parading inside one of these posh places,  wearing all my fabulousness made in PradaDiorArmaniCouture Kingdom, trying everything they have on, making those b##ches treat me like a f###ing mother bee,  and then leaving with nothing more than  a trivial thingie on my limb. 
Just kidding. Let's stop these stupid complaints of a ghetto middle class worth. Queens don't misbehave, right? 
 On my way back I noticed a wonderful dress at SOBRANIE, look here:


 Let's get it closer a bit:


I know, I can't wear this floral explosion on my skinny bones, but maybe my female cute sistArs would think of buying this dress for the spring is being in its full height! So here I am to help! If you think it's tasteless, shut up, coz you don't understand anything, ANY-THING, though I'd transform it a bit myself by removing the top part,  and leaving just a fluffy skirt. What do you think? 
Then I went to my favourite RISLAPSHA  place and tried some pieces from their renewed menu:

  
 

I didn't make a photo of what I had there, but believe me - whatever you order at this place, it's good and bloody cheap!


So, thanks 4 your attention, Pappa's going to bed now. More applause, PLZ!!! I love y'all. Stay tuned.


See you tmrw! LOVE...


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1000 views!!!!








I never thought of this ability of figures and numbers to bring delight before!!!! This is the first step me and you, my beloved readers, have successfully overcome! Congraaats! Thank you!!!! I'll do my best not to dissapoint you, my loves!!! I hope you'll be supporting MOI and people who make my adventures possible as you've been doing for all this time this blog exists. Don't hesitate to post comments and send me words of LOVE! I'm sure you'll find what you search for whatever it is.


My next goal is 1K followers and friends!!!! I love y'all!!!! Kiss'n'hugs.





I'm wearing:

1) black and white striped waistecoat (Elena Lichutina);

2) a bamboo linen shirt (bought in Vietnam);

3)bag ( Salvatire Ferragamo );

4) sunglasses (Matrix);

P.S: I know my hair is mess!!!!!!!!!! Tshhh.....


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Congratulations, Dear Suzy!

Photo credit: Vincenzo Lombardo/Getty Images Europe



While browsing from one site to another I've found the best news of the entire day!!!


Suzy Menkes has become a Vogue editor, - reports The Industry.


And I just wanna say that, my beloved GRAMMA Suzy deserves this more than whoever it may be!


I think, that after parading from the International Herald Tribute to The International New York Times she's finally formed into the nest of her beyondness where with the help of the most powerful editorial in the world, she'll find more opportunities to make us, fashion ogres, happier with all her chef'-d'oevric piecies of writing. I know she feels "thrilled" according to her own words, but I believe in her, and I'm happy for her very much!


I'm gonna read once again all the articles that she had written for the NYTimes, they are archived on the newspaper's website. Join MOI!!! Don't forget those S.E.A videos about a fashion event held by her in Singapore last year, they are a video bible of success for everyone.


My fav video piece is one by Suzy and Christian Louboutin starring. Watch and enjoy:



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ARTPOP by Lady GAGA








I'm inspired from the very first moments of the video. Go, Gaga, go!


Could you do me a favour, sweethearts???? Plz, you know I'm not used to begging for something, but this is a question of life & death? PLZ, oh PLZ, tweet me the name of that G.U.Y who's holding Gaga in her arms on 7:15 min.?

Have you appreciated the way she praised each and every piece of her team? Boy, it's huge! She even did't forget to mention some of the electrics' names!!!! Such a nice person this Lady Gaga! I've always known that the most successful people are the kindest creatures in the world! (Natasha Vodyanova is forward!!!!!)

What d'y'all think of the video? Post comments and don't forget to enclose some words about how you love MEEEEEEEEE!!! I love you all!!! You, you, yes, and even you!!!

Night!

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The Book or the Movie? 


I just finished watching a movie by G. Sidorov based on M. Ageyev's novel "Cocaine Romance" three minutes ago, so I'm ready to share my impressions about it with you, my dear readers!


Let me equip you with a few of introductory words about the film and the book.


"Cocaine Romance" is a short novel written by Marc Levi, not that popular French "enfant pourri" who is adored by MOI and by a French audience (and it's reasonable) you may have thought of (and his surname is LEVY, BTW), but by a Russian novelist hardly known in his motherland (shame on HER), and whose life is "shrouded in mystery and conjecture".


M. Ageyev is a nom-de-plume.


I had first read the book of the same name, of course, and only now I'm watching the film of the same name though it dates back to 2013. So I read it earlier in the dark ages when I had my practice at the Univerpity. University.


Actually, I hate when directors have balls courage to make a film out of a book. Especially, out of classics. If a director decides to make a film version of some 'ready-to-shoot' scenarios they, in most cases, blunder. IMHO, it might work for science fiction or horror films, but not for stories literally etched in words by some genious minds. And isn't it impudent to dare to reanalize what's already immortal, let alone the film version is 'an author's interpretation and has nothing to do with the original novel' like most of directors say. So let it be if the film makers don't have pretentions (but I'm sure that everyone does).


"Cocaine Romance" doesn't make an exception. They say that one can utter a good word or nothing about a dead man. So I can't judge G. Sidorov's work. I'm not a professional film critic either. Let me just expload with my subjectiveness.






I can remember when I once was pacing along the street full of white mild cornflakes falling down on my cheap "doudoune" jacket with a faux fur string along its hood's rim, and there was an audiobook by M. Ageyev (aka M. Levi) in my Transcend headphones playing, and there was also something magic that was deep inside me, ticklishing my sensitive mind. The book had brought me to a different epoch which was a part of the narration. In the film I saw only some ephemeral echoes of it. Even Xenya Sobchac with her languishing manners couldn't help. But her looks were amazing, I must say. I can't say the same about her acting though. You may answer me back that she is not a professional actress. OK, I'll buy it! The photos don't make those beautiful garments she wore justice though like the screen does. Or I'd like to see them in real. Look:

Photo credit: http://afisha.mail.ru/

Photo credit: http://dom-durdom.ru/


I can remember how I burst out crying desperately when the main character's mother died, here I laughed when I saw two policemen who were cartooned in a very 'left-wing' way. Do you remember the scene when they robbed Vadim? That's hilarious. And there were many scenes like that. Sometimes I can't understand when Russian film makers are serious and when they are not. 
Finally, I can say that I'm not impressed by the film as much as I had been impressed by the book, although there you could see some scenes which were worth one's attention. So I say: "The book!" What do you think, darlings? 




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Tweet-tweet from Zara with love







MOI, like most mere middle-class mortals, am obsessed with what Zara offers at their stores all ova the world, even if it's a Kuban hole (Don't cast the blame on MOI for my words, better say thanx to Zara!).


And I was all wholehearted from head to toes, when I taught one of my fav. lessons from New English File Elementary about Amancio Ortega and his gorgeous chain stores, and I said that if I could I'd have bought all Zara Women pieces from 2013 spring/summer collection, and 50% of ones from fall/winter Zara men. I didn't lie.






Actually, I forgot when the last time I went shopping was, for I've been bound up with loads of work for these days, and I particularly don't go out. (I'd better be tortured by a gang of black 'ghaaaaanstas' than deprived of shopping for decades!!!).


But my beloved friends do shopping for my sake (they are taught not only good Rushlish, but the way how to look fab too. Guess who's the teacher?). LOL


Look what I got from one litl birdie yesterday night. BAAAM:






I couldn't believe that ZARA has made this piece of art!!! I mean they are creative and blah-blah-blah, but everyone knows that they copy non-fast fashion brands' trends. That's not bad or good, but it obviously stops you from wiping everything on their stalls off. This coat even doesn't look like having been produced by the couture retailer. I would believe if someone originally from Peru, or the Urals in Russia tailored it, but not a Spanish manufacturer.

When a slim girl who's wearing this coat graciously steps in the class you are like: "OMG I've made my downs creampy". I think this is really Audrey H. So gracious, so purely divine that it's like you're wearing a summer paradise on your shoulders which is spreading over right down to your chicken knees.

I'm scared that I'd be shot in head right after I dare to put on this coat out. Ok, I'll just be admiring it every time she visits my classes. That might be better. I guess.

What do you think of it? Who's yr fav retailer? E-mail me or post some comments down the post. I love y'all!


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I'm not into politics, but....







I HAVE TO say that I am so bloody envious of those nerdy look like bitches who are handing docs in to the most powerful people in politics. I don't wanna do any political statements, but I LURVE Vladimir Putin so much, not that I love him like a male (like I do when it comes to David Beckham - forgive me, Victoria!!! - or Kaney West, or, Lord, forgive me too, Jason Statham and hoardes of other hot guys), I just respect him like a person, I like his way of behaviour despite what they're cackling around now and then (let alone I still disagree with some policies which concern human rights in the land of matryoshkafuckersandvodkalovers Russia).


Rants over! I'm so happy to hear the Breaking news about Crimea's having become a part of Russia again! Welcome back, holy land, it's been a long time! Say bye-bye to evil bastards who'd finally turned out to be losers with nothing on the plate. Now a new resort place is easier to go on holidays to have new aquaintances, yahoo!!! Now I know where to keep flaunting with my newly made swimwear that will cover my huge bollocks perfectly and make me so pretty as I am!



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Dreaming of the hussar regiment's outfit


When I went to Sevastopol (Ukraine) three months ago, I was roaming around in the streets and my eye detected one undistinguished shop where they sold costumes for carnivals and balls, more particularly, I fell in love with the hussar's uniform displayed right down in the shop-window. You know how I love hardcore uniform shifting.


I love such authentic places. I really do. But my friend who accompanied me said: "Oh...come on, let's go there later". I agreed, cause, firstly I don't like going shopping with somebody if only that somebody hasn't got a bank account with the sum of 6, better 7 digits on it (Jokin'), secondly I was a bit tired at that moment.


And what do you think I've found out when roaming from one website to another? Ready? Go:


Photo by: Piotr Serafin


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Marcin Baltaziak wurqs the whole thing here, doesn't he? God, Polish models are really ardent. Just have a look at this:

Photo by: Piotr Serafin

Frankly speaking,  I would change the pose a bit to make it hotter -  like Marcin looking at his scrotum and imitating the yogi's Padmasana posture. LOL. Forget it! He's great! 
But I wanna get this plus The Walska brooch by Van Cleef & Arpels, coz this look is screaming my name, innit?:

                                                                                 Photo by: Piotr Serafin


I need to catch up with my sleep now. Get my fruity kiss to every pimple of yours. I Love y'all! Stay tuned!


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Tuesday boredom: Tyra's show. I Love Naomy Campbell







I've planned lots of things to do for today. But as you can see on the video I'm literally hindered inside my cozy litl nest because of the wind. So hoy, lazy boy! Let's do nothing but watching films, reading fashion stuff and enjoying online shopping.


Dew like my new glasses by Langtemeng? I know the brand is a huge farm crap comparing to....Ok, no offensive comparisons! I just thought they might perfectly match yellow wrap shorts by Robert Rodriguez I'm going to buy now. What do ya think?

Click to by them on shopbop.com

 I promise to update soon....Love y'all!!! Kiss & xoxo!!! 



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