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Padla Bear Outfit - Za Belym Krolikom

This is by far my favorite Russian band, mostly because they are one of the only groups in this country that doesn’t make super sugar coated pop/techno music. Also digging the Guided By Voices reminiscent lo-fi aesthetic

Moscow, a series of observations

Moscow, I ride from one airport to the other, mostly just because

Moscow, bread and cheese, trading uppers for downers.

Moscow, Russian modern art is disappointing. See the famous ‘black square’. It’s cracked and faded. A machine making thirty nodding dog knick knacks bob their heads ruined by nomenclatural attempts at ‘deeper meaning’.

Moscow, drinking jaguar and getting lost, various hotel rooms after for additional drinking and banjo singalongs. Why did i keep standing up?

Moscow, the ambassador says hello to you in the embassy, uses two nautically related metaphors, laughs at this.

Moscow, hotel front desk girls almost cry when given flowers

Moscow, “I know that you know that i know that you know that i know that you know nothing!!!” yells the man on the subway

Moscow = escalator makeouts everywhere

Moscow, rub the dogs nose for good luck in the beautiful subway stop

Moscow, there’s an asian girl from seattle who got a grant to travel the trans-siberian/mongolian railway. She’s quiet and keeps to herself, is reading atlas shrugged but isn’t very far in.

Moscow, ‘he’s like totally club man you know. Total party maker. !’

Moscow, the georgian restaurant serves bull’s ovums.

Moscow, in the museum, a lady yells at people for eating and taking pictures while wearing a surgical mask. Meanwhile, her coworker on the other side of the room is slumped over in her chair, sleeping

Moscow, a man yells on the subway, shows strangers xrays of what is supposed to be his skull. Yells how it is broken, wants money to fix it.

Moscow. Another man on the subway points to me and talks to his girlfriend, i see them, he points again, asks me if i’m a finn, seems unimpressed when i say ‘no, american’

Overheard on the Streets of Moscow

He’s like totally club man, you know? Total Party Maker!