As much as hip hop is a risk in Russia, colour is an even bigger one. The immensity of wealth here comes with an aura of professionalism, which of course is black and white. Maybe it's the cold that sucks all the charm and woo out of people. At this club Fabrique the other night, I was a man amongst suits. If it weren't for lights and music, the faces and laces of Sneaker Culture would not mingle well with the upper reaches of Russian society.
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Rustam and I helped our friend Anton's family out of their flat and into a new house just outside Moscow yesterday. His mom is super creative. Professionally, she is an interior designer, but she not only conjured up all the decor, she architected the whole house in one shehbang. Plus, she made sure to include a sauna. I might have lost 15 pounds I could not afford to lose. But the homecooked meal brought me back to life again. It was worth it.
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Am I doing this blog thing right? Is there a wrong and right to blogging?
What's a great song to wake up to?
Kid Cudi- The Biggest Grinder
Can you believe this dude is drumming for the Mars Volta?
Yessssir
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