When I visited Russia in 2005, I felt as though I had entered an alternate dimension. It was a place where people were as fiercely cold as their Siberian winters, and where scrunchies, belly shirts, and white glitter eyeliner were showcased with unequivocal pride, as if the country’s calendar kept repeating 1997.
Praise be to Vogue for publicizing global progress, and for proving to uncertain folk like myself that there is considerable hope for up and coming fashionistas who call Mother Russia home. Have you seen Ulyana Sergeenko‘s picture perfect S/S 2012 line? The girl’s show stoppin’.