is moscow the new big apple? статья

MammonoK

Is Moscow the new Big Apple?
Last Updated: 12:01am BST 24/04/2008
Moscow is being hailed by some as the new New York. Celia Walden samples its excesses
If you've ever worn tight shoes, you'll know that the relief you feel when you take them off is so akin to euphoria it leaves you dizzy. Imagine a whole capital city, hobbled for 72 years of communism, united in that sense of deliverance.
Ceilia Walden finds Muscovites are suicidally serious about fun
Then try to imagine waking up after a night out in that city - or don't: it's a painful business. Inky nightclub stamps in Cyrillic script brand the back of my hands; my hair and, by proxy, bedclothes reek of cigarette smoke: and my head reminds me why, even in binge Britain, we choose not to chase each glass of wine with a thimbleful of vodka.
"This city is a sick place," shrugs Elena, the biggest party girl I know and the perfect companion as I set about uncovering whether Moscow lives up to its claims as the new New York.
She means sick in the LA sense of the word: when a place, style or person is so outlandishly hip, cutting-edge or viciously innovative that it prompts only that most contrary of adjectives. Others may prefer to use the same word in its original meaning. Not for nothing, I am about to discover, has Moscow been named the capital of excess.
My first night was gentle enough: dinner at Turandot (a new £30 million restaurant built in the style of an Italian palazzo, complete with waiters in 18th-century dress followed by two bars and three nightclubs.
"We'll ease you in," laughed Elena as we arrived at a rave in an old factory where pornographic pop-art lined the walls and strobes bounced off eyeballs avid and dry from drugs.
Two £25 drinks later and we were off again in search of transport. Nobody takes taxis in Moscow. So far, so very un-Manhattan. Instead, they hail down any car that will take them: a Skoda, a Lada or, occasionally, something fancier, courtesy of a dignitary's chauffeur doing a spot of moonlighting.
We were in luck: a black Merc with leather seats and a siren on the roof pulled up. MPs in Russia are allowed them "for emergencies".
"Can we have the siren on?" I joked, as we sped, at 120 miles an hour, past endless construction sites, towards Solyanka, Moscow's answer to Soho House.
"Nyet," came the gruff reply. Two minutes and a 500 rouble note (£10) later, we were wailing past grey, gridlocked streets.
On arrival we were ushered through the VIP zone, into the VVIP zone, up a fire escape and through a kitchen into the VVVIP zone. You're nobody in this town unless you're forced to walk through a kitchen to get your shot of Stoly. There, a gaggle of women with machete-like cheekbones were dancing on the bar-top, below them a troika of men, looking skywards in awe as they guzzled champagne.
Muscovites have waited so long for their time to come that they act as though it will all be taken from them come morning. "See those trapdoors?" grinned one clubber. "People climb on to the roof to have sex - even in December, when it's minus 10."
Dimitri, my taciturn photographer, shook his head. "Is any of it really making these people happy?" Looking at the knicker-gazing businessmen by the bar, I'm fairly certain the answer is yes.
"You guys seem to think our women are all prostitutes," said Artemy Troitsky, an outspoken music critic and writer, often described as the Russian John Peel. "And you're sort of right. They will establish early on what you can offer them and tell you what their previous boyfriends gave them. Russian men have grown quite wary, but foreigners are easy prey."
The women are clearly high?maintenance: in clubs and bars, miniature chairs ensure that designer handbags - often worth as much as £2,000 - never touch the floor.
Culturally the capital is a frenzy of amorphous creativity, with one art form bleeding into another: bars are selling books, nightclubs sell clothes. All-night contemporary art museums (with their own DJs) are springing up across the city. Norman Foster has been commissioned to build 20 new buildings, and Philippe Starck is designing a whole village just outside Moscow.
"People forget that what Communism left behind was a skilled workforce," explains Tony Brenton, the British ambassador to Moscow. "Add money to that and it's an extremely productive combination."
And one that is attracting Brits with dollar signs in their eyes, such as Tony Blair, who is rumoured to have secured a £125,000 speaking engagement in the capital this summer, and Damien Hirst, who is to take his diamond-studded skull to Russia in June.
One detail says it all: Moscow is the only place in the world where movie billboards have the film's budget in the same-sized type as the title, as though the fact the new George Clooney epic cost £65 million makes it worth seeing.
Contemporary art is also big business. "Over the past seven years we have had this new class of people who want to buy and collect art," says Igor Markin, owner of Moscow's Art4 museum. "Some chose to buy football clubs instead, of course… I just heard that Roman Abramovich's girlfriend, Dasha Zhukova, has bought a space to open her own museum."
Abramovich's name is on everybody's lips: he is the ultimate success story, and a great supporter of the Russian contemporary art scene.
The following night, at the launch of the Moscow Photography Biennale, I met John Mann, Abramovich's PR director at his company Millhouse: "New York isn't as 24-hour as Moscow. I have two bookshops near my flat that are open all night, two supermarkets with everything you could possibly need, and I can have a drink at seven in the morning. In a few years' time, New York will be claiming it's the new Moscow, trust me."
Even fashion has caught up. Tsum, the gigantic Moscow department store modelled on Selfridges, has a greater collection of Balenciaga, Miu Miu and Lanvin than Harrods or Harvey Nichols, as well as exclusive ranges designed by Daria Werbowy and Naomi Campbell. The clothes cost 40 per cent more than elsewhere, but people still buy them.
"Don't forget that Russians lost everything three times, in 1990, 1993 and 1998," said Natasha, a Russian model shopping for the latest designer gear in perilous stilettos. "Now they are happy with their lot and happy with Putin. Everything is not affordable but it's available, and that's enough."
Russians are filling the capital's restaurants: at Sky Lounge, a huge New York-style eatery, businessmen tuck into millefeuille with sorbet of foie gras and fruit jelly. Vostok, another celebrity haunt, offers its cheapest starter at £30. Sushi is the latest craze.
Luxury has bred a new physicality. Men and women now work out, cut carbs and get mani-pedis in their lunch hours. But the real beauty staple is their weekly steam bath.
"The winters are harsh on our skin," said Sandra Vermuyten of marka:ff, a Moscow-based arts PR company, as she led me into a room heated to 120 degrees and full of naked beauties. It looked like a slaughterhouse: 40 women, like me wrapped in sheets, were draped across benches or lying on the floor, trying to escape the crushing temperature.
"You can't be the first to leave - it's a matter of honour," whispered Sandra.
Minutes later she started beating me with a birch branch - "to get the circulation going". I looked at her in disbelief. "Oh, I'm sorry - would you prefer me to use pine?" she replied.
When I finally escaped I felt two kilos lighter. "Vodka cocktail sound good?" chirped Elena and we hitched a ride to Krisha Mira - a club filled with giant Buddhas, where, at 6am from a roof terrace, we watched the sun come up over the Moscow river.
I've spent all-nighters in New York and LA and been disappointed to discover only a forced, self-conscious attempt at hedonism. Muscovites are suicidally serious about fun.
But if this is New York, then it's the New York of Brett Easton Ellis and Jay MacInerney, or the Chicago of the Twenties, where corruption and decadence, though spectacular to witness, can be a heartbeat away from despair.
"The thing I have come to love about Moscow," says Ambassador Brenton, "is that it is a highly urban, highly unpredictable place with a slight undertone of danger."
"As long as the oil prices stay the way they are," sighs Troitsky, "the lifestyle will continue. Politically we are in limbo, but for you guys, for visitors? It may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to visit a capital that burns money."
Is Moscow the new Big Apple? - Telegraph

Ehidna

забавно. похоже я живу в какой-то другой москве

an242

"You guys seem to think our women are all prostitutes," said Artemy Troitsky, an outspoken music critic and writer, often described as the Russian John Peel. "And you're sort of right. They will establish early on what you can offer them and tell you what their previous boyfriends gave them. Russian men have grown quite wary, but foreigners are easy prey."
The women are clearly high?maintenance: in clubs and bars, miniature chairs ensure that designer handbags - often worth as much as £2,000 - never touch the floor.
Троицкий жгёт! Достойно темы в ЛИСе :)

Ivan22

про Истона Эллиса в точку, гипертрофированно до отвращения.

lexa245

кинь ссылку где взял!

Ivan22

http://community.livejournal.com/solyanka_info/120671.html
Нашли мы тут одну статью путешествующей по России девахи. Говорит, что привозили ее в Солянку, сначала сразу же потащили в VIP, потом они нашли в Солянке мистическим образом зону VVIP, а потом через кухню ее провели и в VVVIP где на стойках девки танцевали.
Пока все, кому мы это показали делают бровки домиком, крутят пальцем у виска и говорят, что врет девка.
Честно прочитала от начала до конца, поржала, тоже сказала alex_shifrin, что врет дура, нет такого. А. перезвонил Матвею ради поржать, Матвей тоже очевидно порадовался,сказал, что VVVIP для сумасшедшей был гримеркой, куда ее отвели. Вообщем всем весело.
Говорящие на английском - вот вам линк на статью. Почитайте про нас, диких русских.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/portal/main.jhtml?xml=/portal/200...
Давайте на всех вечеринках особо утомительных и тупых гостей, которые слишком много говорят тупых вещей и постоянно мешают всем отводить в какое-нибудь самое дальнее помещение для персонала и говорить, что это самый Виповый Вип? “Чувак, тебе сегодня сказочно повезло! У нас сегодня как раз свободен ВИП на одного человека! Сейчас мы тебе его покажем!”

oofc

Из статьи "Эксперта" на тему кинематографа:
Если проанализировать фильмы, выводы относительно нынешней нашей национальной идентификации окажутся неутешительны: в основе ее нет ничего, кроме неявных, заботливо скрываемых, так и не переработанных с 80−х комплексов; кроме страшной обиды на Запад и страшной зависти к Западу — который поманил нас, поматросил и бросил. Все, что нам остается, — судорожно мечтать о том, как мы им всем покажем. Как мы сами станем Америкой — настоящей Америкой, а эта, нынешняя, Америка будет жалко и трусливо взирать на нашу вооруженную истребителями Брунгильду-Заворотнюк. Все наши болезненные видения о супермайорах, способных живьем проглотить атомную бомбу, лишь способ спрятать от себя нутряной вопль: «Мы тоже хотим быть Америкой!» Он же лежит в основе странной, иррациональной ненависти именно к Америке, ставшей для нас символом западной культуры, к «пиндосам» — каким-то специальным, никем не виданным монстрам, одновременно и тупым, и страшным; ненависти, удивительным образом разросшейся в обществе в последнее время. Это — не лучший способ национального единения и национальной идентификации.
Правда, если верить отечественному кинопроцессу, комплексы эти все-таки уже нас самих достали. Сейчас мы устремились в прошлое: в скором времени нас ждут сразу два фильма про Ивана Грозного (Павла Лунгина — с Петром Мамоновым в главной роли и телефильм Андрея Эшпая картина дебютанта Алексея Карелина про Александра Невского, еще один, по слухам, фильм про Полтаву; короче, в российском кино явно началась новая эпоха — эпоха историографии. Теперь мы там, в прошедших веках, ищем основания для патриотизма. Пока что — не то чтобы успешно; находить получается только веселых авантюристов и пыльные декорации. Если с современностью и прошлым у нас не складывается — остается будущее. Может, нашему кино стоит переключиться на фантастику и воодушевить сердца людей изображением утопии?

Коррелирует неплохо с Is Moscow the new Big Apple.
Оставить комментарий
Имя или ник:
Комментарий: