Evgenia Milova about the social events of the week
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The 2023 high life ended last week. In the future, only very self-confident people will dare to invite the respectable public (although there are such people, for example, the Triumph gallery with an exhibition of the artist Anatoly Akue). It must be said that the breaking of the New Year’s finishing ribbon was extremely loud and even significant.
The Friends Foundation held two Christmas trees on the same day in Carlton: one for children and one for adults. In the children’s room they examined the tangerine under a microscope, and in the adult room, with exactly the same care, the host of the evening, Ivan Urgant. Seeing him at work in the last almost two years is a rarity and luck, which costs a lot of money, because he is no longer shown on TV for free. But for Friends, Mr. Urgant, as one of the co-founders of the fund, made an exception. He was joined for the auction by Marina Alexandrova; together they sold such items as an excursion to the Tretyakov Gallery with Zelfira Tregulova (as far as we remember, it was under her that it was forbidden to come to the gallery with third-party guides, but this is apparently different) or a walk with Sergei Kapkov through Moscow objects that he himself ennobled. The evening was such a human and financial success that Sber and The Carlton Moscow hotel have already confirmed their participation in Friends in 2024.
The party of blogger and TV presenter Anastasia Ivleeva at the Mutabor nightclub caused a stir almost as soon as it was announced, which was expected. In March 2021, Mrs. Ivleeva’s birthday at the Prague restaurant with a “cyber-baroque” dress code made a strong impression on everyone who was there. And many were there, including Alla Pugacheva. A year later, Mrs. Ivleeva announced that she would celebrate in the building of the Presidium of the Russian Academy of Sciences – with a cosmic dress code. Spacesuits were then ironed by everyone who considered themselves the vanguard of the Moscow party establishment. That holiday was planned for March 8, but about ten days before the event it was canceled. And now, when under the motto “well, life goes on,” a lot of entertainment events take place in Moscow every day, Anastasia Ivleeva’s team announced the Almost Naked Party: the first evening is based on lists, the second is based on tickets. Tickets sold out in a couple of days; For some time, a VIP box for 1 million rubles hung up, but in the end that too left.
In “Mutabor” itself, it turned out that the guests understood the invitation “come as naked as you can afford” to the extent of their own depravity. And then, to the disappointment of some Woland, the depravity of Muscovites turned out to be below average (apparently, the housing problem had finally been resolved). The most impressive performance of all was not the now famous rapper Vacio, but the stylist Gosha Kartsev. He had his entire upper half covered in body art that depicted a man who had been flayed. Otherwise, nudity was very relative, and frivolity of behavior even fluctuated around negative values. The boyfriend of the ball hostess, model Boris Makhmurov, timidly hugged her, and sometimes even shook her shoulder. It’s funny, but something daring was done not in the absence of cameras, but in front of them – and it was done for fun, unlike most other Moscow events. So the main punishment for all participants (not counting the person who received 15 days) was the decision of the organizers, due to indignant public figures, not to send out photographs of professional photographers who worked at the party. And everyone has to be content with content shot on phones.
Mrs. Ivleeva herself explained that she had finally decided to hold a “bright, beautiful, artistic event.” There really was video and photo art here. Above the main dance floor of Mutabora, a screen with a photograph of hundreds of naked women flashed from time to time. In another room, a quiet one, there was a bed onto which a multi-hour video was broadcast on a 1:1 scale. In it, a fully dressed Anastasia Ivleeva lay on the same bed for several hours in a row: she was either sleeping, or spinning, or glued to her phone. Guests could share a bed with this chaste video projection. Life turned out to be poorer than the imagination of those who followed the party through social networks.
The Khudozhestvenny cinema has whipped up a special screening of the finale of the series “The Boy’s Word. Blood on the asphalt.” “First of all, for the team,” explained series producer Fyodor Bondarchuk, “and because of the incredible success.” Indeed, it is impossible to step into the world without hearing or reading some discussion on this topic. It doesn’t matter what you opened: a newspaper or a bus door. Zhora Kryzhovnikov’s series demonstrates the same success in the former Soviet republics, including the Baltic ones. So triumphants gathered at Khudozhestvenny, ready to vehemently refute suspicions of censorship. It was emphasized that the final filming of the last episode, which excited everyone so much, was on schedule, and all plot changes were dictated only by the will of the director. Actually, presenting the eighth episode to the audience, Mr. Kryzhovnikov promised that the screenwriter of “The Boy’s Word,” Andrei Zolotarev, would be very surprised.
And finally, Mikhail Kusnirovich confidently returned to the stage of public events: on Friday and Saturday, his company celebrated the 130th anniversary of the opening of the Upper Trading Rows on Red Square, that is, GUM. On Friday there was an ice show with a parade of brands that had temporarily suspended their activities in GUM, and on Saturday there was a special screening of “The Nutcracker” at the Bolshoi Theater, of which GUM is a privileged partner. Among the guests in the stalls and boxes were Natalya Timakova and Alexander Budberg, Sergei Stepashin, Vladimir Grigoriev, Marina Zudina, Philip Kirkorov, Yulia Peresild, Stas Namin. However, for some reason few of them made it to the ball, which began immediately after the performance. Apparently, the consequences of Mrs. Ivleeva’s party taught them a lot.
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