I felt a bit peckish last night so I browsed the room service menu. A regular burger costs US$65 if you include the service fee, delivery fee, all these fees… I couldn’t help but laugh at the prices because they’re akin to robbery in broad daylight so when I told my bf about them, he said, “I hope that’s the first AND last time you’ll look at that menu.”
If you think a sixty dollar room service burger is too much, this small jar of wasabi peanuts from my mini-bar will set you back 970 rubles or US$31. Thirty one dollars for a jar of peanuts! I can’t. I. Just. Can’t. Deal.
One of my best friends is currently on holiday in Russia. When I heard the news this morning about the two subway bombings in Moscow, I couldn’t help but worry.
Female suicide bombers detonated explosions that rocked two subway stations in central Moscow during rush hour on Monday morning, killing at least 35 people, officials said.
“It was a terrorist act carried out by the female suicide bombers,” said Moscow Mayor Yury Luzhkov, citing Russia’s intelligence agency, the Federal Security Service. “They were specifically timed — for … the train was nearing the station — to make the most damage. — CNN
Luckily, I’ve heard back from her and she’s doing fine. Thank god she left Moscow yesterday. She’s now in St. Petersburg.
One of the two subway stations (Lubyanka and Park Kultury) bombed is very near the Vogue Russia office!
I hope all my other friends and acquaintances in Moscow are safe.
I want to write a super long entry on how I feel about this cover (it sent shivers down my spine as soon as the photo loaded) but you know what, I’ll let the magnificent photo speak for itself. I’m speechless!
Remember my blog entry about those gorgeous designer Matryoshka dolls last month? Well, Editor-in-Chief Aliona Doletskaya’s assistant emailed me earlier today with details.
As you have seen on the November 2008 issue of Russian Vogue, some of the world’s leading designers (including Miuccia Prada, Donatella Versace, Marc Jacobs, Ralph Lauren, Dolce & Gabbana, etc.) designed a Matrioshka doll. Each of these (half-a-meter tall) dolls were handrafted by skilled Russian artists and meticulously painted by hand.
To celebrate their 10th anniversary, Vogue is hosting a grand gala dinner on November 20, 2008 for 200 of Vogue Russia’s closest friends which includes international business and political elite, key players in the art and fashion worlds and Russian and international celebrities. Are bloggers invited too? Just kidding. The Matrioshka dolls are then going to be auctioned off for charity that night. Proceeds from the auction will benefit the Northern Crown Foundation, a charity that helps orphaned children throughout Russia.
In other words, pedestrians like you and myself won’t be able to bid on these gorgeous dollls. But that’s OK. One must be kerrr-azzy to go on a bidding war with a Russian oligarch anyway!!!
Amazing eh? How can you not love Aliona and Vogue Russia?
She’s got a British accent but she’s Russian. She likes to drive cars! She’s human! She’s nice! She’s real! She’s just like us! Got 26 minutes to spare? Check out this full-length feature of Aliona Doletskaya who celeberates 10 years of tenure this year as Editor-in-Chief of Vogue Russia. I love Aliona. I really do. Say what you want about the “baby Vogues” but Vogue Russia, like Vogue Paris, to me, is “IT”.
Month after month after month, she offers original content, she uses models for her covers and her editorials are very bold, strong and in your face. Just the way I like it. Soo refreshing from the sanitized, repetitive and dull “let’s get a blond actress promoting a movie and put her in a white dress” formula by the usuals.
I mean really, any editor who puts Natasha Poly on the cover two months in a row deserves her stripes, yes?
Natasha Poly for Vogue Russia covers. July 2008 shot by Mario Sorrenti, August 2008 shot by Terry Richardson.
I’m sure you’ve heard the news on how Moscow’s first ever gay pride got trashed by a ton of nationalists, skinheads, religious fanatics and such. Thanks to Moscow’s homophobic mayor Yuri Luzhkov (who put a ban on the event), Russian fags and queers were deprived of such celebration… and some of them even got beaten up.
It’s 1:51PM and I’ve sobered up my act. I’m having room service lunch.
God. I am soo tempted to delete the ARGHH post.
But I won’t.
(first time to have sex since I did the HIV test… who the HELL am I fooling?)
Fuck, we’re all adults anyway… and that includes my parents and my family members.
You know what’s even funny, I haven’t spoken to my parents (on the phone) in about 10 days. I’m soo embarassed to call them after everything on my blog. HAHAHAHA. I’m sure they don’t care but I’m not completely shameless.
I’ll call them when I get to Stockholm. I promise.
Yesterday was rather fun.
I met up with Nataly at around 7:30PM at this cafe called "KofiTim" aka Coffee Time on Tverskaya (right beside Piramida). Met up with one of her friends (who is a math teacher) for some gin tonic, sushi, tea, etc.
We went to Restaurant NOA to meet Jane for dinner. I had scallops – they’re sooo huge… and delicious. Jane had some sort of black spaghetti. The food at NOA is good; in fact, one of their restaurant chefs cooks for Jane’s family once or twice a week at their house.
Apres-NOA, Nataly and moi went to this bar called "12 Volt". I’ve been here a couple of times last year. There were soo many people there. Although technically it’s a gay bar, there were a shitload of lesbians and a handful of straight couples.
(She’s a lesbian. she’s nice, believe it or not. She fancies her straight girl friend, the red head behind me on the 2nd pic)
Nataly’s friend (the Evgenia guy) arrived and ooooh he’s soo cute.
Perhaps "cute" isn’t the right word to describe him. He was absolutely fit, not too muscular… think of swimmer’s bodies. He had short dark hair (I like guys with short dark hair) and nice eyes. Ugh.. he’s just nice.
It’s funny cause he could BARELY speak English.
Nataly was right – language should never be a barrier when it comes to good ol shagging.
Heck, if blind or deaf people can do it so can I.
I don’t think I’d want to meet him again though. Not this year at least… perhaps maybe next year when I come back to Moscow again.
Ugh. Enough of this faggot nonsense.
Nataly invited me to go to her university’s party at this club tonight. I think I’m going there. I mean, hey, it’s not common for a third world Filipino slut get invited to Russian university parties eh?
More updates to follow later.
I need to be fabulous and clean again. I need to shower off this third-party testosterone stench on my skin.