Fashion Week New York is the cat’s meow. The jumble I once covered in Moscow is the dog’s poop. Place: The marbled walled Sovetskaya Concert Hall. Invitees wore babushkas, sensible walking shoes, sturdy brown or gray coats. My parachute-shaped guide’s breakfast: “Fruitwater” juice, glass of sour milk, oatmeal-like kasha, two…Read More
Isolating in Soviet style Its nyet for me
