It's a Very Zverev World

Everyone hearts Jocelyn Wildensteinian reality television star, singer and man-about-town Sergei Zverev. Broadly speaking, Russians hate and fear gays on the street, but love their celebrities camp as a row of tents, and so Zverev floats above homophobia, a shining silicone he-she. He even melted the heart of thugtastic Chechnyan leader Ramzan Kadyrov, who stated he finds the anthropoid creature "companionable" and gave him a 100 thousand euro watch. (Read all about it the GQ interview between Kadyrov and...Ksenia Sobchak, proof that reality is much stranger than fiction.)


You read so much about Zverev's extracurricular pursuits, like recieving wristwatches from scary tyrants, that you may have forgotten his original calling – male hairdresser. September saw the grand opening of his Celebrity beauty salon, which, given the popularity of the tranny aesthetic among biological women in Moscow, will likely do quite well. I except to see an army of Zverev lookalikes take over the world just before Armageddon.


To celebrate the opening, here's MDBIT's tribute to the many looks of Sergei Zverev, because no one embodies the spirit of retarded fabulousness better than him. Good night, and God bless.


Celebrity, 10 Nikolskaya Ulitsa, Metro: Lubyanka, Tel. 721-3524

Photos: mainpeople.ru, blesk.ru, the deep recesses of the Internets

If You Bring Shoes, They Will Come

So Marc Jacobs visited his boutique on Petrovka for 45 minutes.

In the words of Adam Sandler, "Whoopity-doooooooooooooooooo."

Who cares about the fey American designer and his beautiful, beautiful shoes. What’s really important here are the colorful human fauna an event like this brings out of the woodwork. And not just the skeezy hipster fashionistas! Also the ones who are married to billionaires and lezz out on MTV and stuff. If you can't get excited about this, the world doesn't hold much more for you.

Let’s have a look.

Whoa, a rare live sighting of Darya Zhukova and Polina Deripaska. These bitties landed Forbes’s second and first richest Russians, respectively. Curious that they still shop at Zara.

Tatu’s Julia Volkova: At least she wore underwear. Note the interestingly hardcore shin tattoo. Does she work at a junkyard?

The real stars of the show were the slim princes, those slips of gay men with a gleam in their eyes and a glass of champagne in their hands.

Danila cut his hair! How cute is he with his little flourecsent tummy showing

Eerily Dorian Grey-ish MTV Russia VJ Vlad Lisovets

Designer Dima Loginov, who looks like a Kraftwerk Michael Ian Black

Vogue's Most Fashionable DJ (whoops, I mean Vogue Russia) in his element. As you can see indoor sunglasses are in, in, in, my friend!

Marc Jacobs was excited about it all as we were

Who let the freaksi in?

Mwah mwah! Air kiss

On a related note, all it takes to win my heart are size 38 Marc Jacobs flats. What size? 38!

Photos: mixtura.org, mainpeople.ru

Marc Jacobs, 16 Petrovka Ulitsa, Metro: Kuznetsky Most, Tel. 624-2023

Twipster 'Do-'Do

Mysteries of Russian indie steez revealed! Twipster (Third World Hipster) internet portal Look at Me now has step-by-step instructional videos on how to do your hair like a Moscow club kid. Featured are the vaguely Latin "Idalgo", the ironic '90s throwback "Luke Perry" and the "Decembrist," named after revolutionaries who tried to overthrow the tsar and were exiled to Siberia. History remembers both their revolting and their revolting hair. Noticeably absent from this hair collection is the mythological mullet. Perhaps it was all just a bad dream?

Eagle-eye readers will recognize this крутой stylist from a previous episode of MDBIT.

That's right, it's the Karl Lagerfeld impersonator from last summer's Thriller party! Thanks for playing.

Photos: lookatme.ru

Peddler of Russian Flesh

Good morning. Google Analytics informs me that the majority of MDBIT visitors arrived at my blog for reasons less pure than an interest in nightlife anthropology. Unfortunately, the searches for RUSSIAN WHORES and WHERE TO FIND WHORES IN MOSCOW and with alarmingly increasing frequency, SERGEY ZVEREV NUDE, usually come up empty-handed. (See that little trick right there? 40 more visitors a day.) But, this time I'm pleased to be able to give the huddled masses what they actually want — SMUT. For your homoerotic viewing pleasure, here are DIMA BILAN'S BUTT and DANILA POLYAKOV STRADDLING A PUSSY. Enjoy.

Exhibit A.

Exhibit B.

Photos: Brian's Myspace, community.livejournal.com/nespat

Bros Hug

My homos are always complaining that being in Moscow messes up their gaydar, because you’ll have guys, like pop star Mitya Fomin, Zhanna Friske's ex, who seem gayer than a handbag full of rainbows.

Because they wear see-through windbreakers and enjoy the company of transvestite performers.

And non-repentantly worship Dolce & Gabbanna.

And laugh really gay.

And have the kind of friends that wear lavender turtlenecks.

And lovingly embrace these friends in public.

But, after all this, they still have a retardedly hot girlfriend and are for other intents and purposes, not gay. So it’s confusing.

Photos: mainpeople.ru

Saty-Rai-con

I’m trying to shake the winter doldrums by looking at photos from Rai, which takes it back. Waaaay back. Pagan, naked, super-camp — humankind hasn’t partied this degenerately since 99 AD.


Fellini couldn’t make this shit up. Drenched with sexual juices, rolling in glitter, Rai is a terrifying glimpse into the ancient depravity that exists in each and every one of us, if we can just get past face control.


Somewhere between heaven and hell, this Rai, although last weekend’s inclusion of Boy George tipped the scales towards the latter. Who better to take part in the pre-Christian orgiastic fury than a man recently charged with false imprisonment of a male hustler. If Rai could get R. Kelly up in there, it would be quite an interesting afternoon.

Doesn’t promoter Andreas look like a fun-size Caligula? Doesn’t he just?

Close the window! Go back to from whence you came! Once you realize there’s a place on earth you can indulge every perverse fantasy, including bug-eye sunglasses, you can never feel pleasure again!


Enough. I’m nauseous of boobs and lasers.

Photos: geometria.ru

I Less Than Three DJ Anton Ms

In the tradition of MDBIT half-heartedly stalking bizarrely coiffed fashion queens, let me introduce DJ Anton M, who is certainly no Danila, but turns up on this website so often I am proud to finally get an ID on him.


Lurking in the background of every high-fashion event, Anton M stands out for his aggressively asymmetric bangs, ambiguous sexuality and little Asian dudeness.

Laying down the beats at Solyanka

Laying down the beats at a children’s furniture exhibit opening

This is a man who has spun everywhere from East Moscow to Ukraine, from the opening of TopShop in Yevropeisky Mall to some party at Respublica bookstore. Named Harper Bazaar Russia’s “Most Fashionable DJ in Moscow,” still Anton maintains, “I’m not a DJ, I just play music my friends like.”

Photos: anton.m.pdj.ru, geometria

A Very Special Episode

With magical blogging, you can wish things into being. Such as Fresh Art’s Russian Fashion Week party last weekend, which assembled 4 out of 5 of our plastic surgery train-wrecks in the same room, plus a handful of other recurring MDBIT characters. If Danila Polyakov had shown up, I would have shut down down this dangerous, dangerous voodoo doll of a blog.

This is Fresh Art. They used to go to my gym. Now they look sort of human, but there was a time when they ran around in ass-length gold dreadlocks and blue contacts. They are a Russian design trio. What do they design? Oh, everything.

Homo-erotic underpants.

Butt-ugly shoes.

Babies.

They also excel at soft lens photography of backwards multiculturalism; shooting music videos with wax figurine Liza Sharikova; and hella socializing. When Fresh Art threw a party — a Fresh P-Arty, hehehe — at Elysium, the concert hall wing of Rai, on October 20, everyone came.

Rai promoter Andreas pays homage to Fresh Art's early-'90s, irony-less cool by shaving patterns into his flattop.

Holy crap, those Dyagilev chicks weren't even famous before, just an Internet meme. Now they're hanging on the corpse of Sergei Zverev.

Fresh Art can't leave home without Sharikova's mummy.

Even Sasha Feis Kontrol heeded the call.

Some new stars of the plastic surgery world were born.

Looks a little bit like the last days of Hitler's bunker.

I guess I'll round this off with photos of one of the Fresh Artists mauling a dancer. Don't call him gay!


Rai, 9 Bolotnaya Nab., Metro: Polyanka, Borovitskaya, Tel. 767-1474

Photos: freshart.ru, geomteria.ru