Karina Istomina: how to survive a difficult breakup and return to normal life. Karina Istomina: biography, career, personal life Biography of Karina Istomina

Karina Istomina is a talented Moscow girl who became famous thanks to the program "Gentle Editor". At the moment, Karina is engaged in blogging, as well as in the modeling business.

• Date of birth - April 20, 1994
• Place of birth - the city of Moscow
• Height - 173
• Weight - 47
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Childhood and youth

When Karina was little, she was significantly different from her peers in her craving for creative activity. Parents strove to develop their daughter, giving her to all kinds of sections. At school age, Istomina gladly attended music lessons, art culture, the girl also loved to read books, she was interested in world history.

After finishing 11 classes with excellent marks, Karina decided to try her luck and applied to the research institute of the Higher School of Economics.

Karina has always been fond of music, and dreamed that when she grows up, she will be able to become famous not only in her native country, but also in New York. She often watched clips with her favorite singers on TV, dancing to the beat of their movements. Istomina was also interested in journalism, she easily found a common language with others, and it seemed to her that communicating with celebrities and interviewing them was very interesting.

Career

Having matured, first of all, Karina decided to try herself in the modeling business, because her height and wasp waist were quite suitable for the parameters of this model. At that time, the girl's weight was 55 kilograms.

For the first time she managed to light up on the pages of a fashion magazine at the age of sixteen. Even then, the girl managed to conquer the audience with her ease and chiseled figure. After the first filming, there were many offers of cooperation with the most famous brands. Istomina even managed to appear on a foreign podium.

Thanks to her modeling career, an aspiring celebrity was able to independently pay for her studies at the university. Even the heroine's father was always surprised at the independence of his daughter, he could definitely be sure that he had raised Karina correctly.

When Istomina turned 18, she was offered cooperation with the famous modeling agency Avant Models Management.

Quite quickly, Karina Istomina managed to become famous as a popular DJ. Her former lover Anton Sevidov helped the girl become famous, Karina still remembers the man only in a good way.

In 2019, Karina Istomina was invited to appear on her YouTube channel by the famous blogger Tatyana Mingalimova. Together with their colleague Ksenia Dukalis, the girls talk about the relationship between a man and a woman of interest to many.

Many Internet users were able to appreciate the new format of the show, which largely helped Karina gain more than 200 thousand subscribers, including famous bloggers. Some have compared the activities of the girls with the famous TV series "Sex and the City".

Personal life

Karina is a very open person and always shares with subscribers about the changes in her personal life. During her life, the girl experienced two serious novels with Nikita Zabelin and Anton Sevidov, which, unfortunately, ended in failure.

After parting with Anton Sevidov, Karina could not come to her senses for a long time, she even had to seek help from a professional psychologist.

Karina does not like to talk about her parents, despite a happy childhood, the girl's father is a very strict man.

The girl is not afraid of frank scenes, as Istomin believes: "Naturalness cannot be a shame!"

The Village continues the rubric "". In it, interesting townspeople talk about their favorite places - and if before it was only bars and restaurants, now the heroes can choose any points close to them in Moscow, St. Petersburg and Yekaterinburg. In the new issue, DJ, founder of the Resonance project and participant of the latter, Nikita Zabelin, talks about his rented apartment on Leningradsky Prospekt, where he began his career in Moscow and from where he is now moving out, and recalls his childhood in the Urals.

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Andrey Stekachev

Moving to a new apartment

I am leaving the apartment on Leningradka with longing.
On the other hand, I understand that it is time to change something. I came here just as a playing DJ, and now I have my own radio program, the touring schedule around the world is scheduled for months in advance.

I really like the area of \u200b\u200b"Belorusskaya", because for a traveling person the main point is the availability of the airport. This is the second most visited place for me after an apartment. I go there every week, sometimes twice, so I need to minimize energy and travel time.

Now I will live at Chistye Prudy. It is absolutely inconvenient from the point of view of navigation, but there is a calm area, there is no Leningradka. The windows here are very dirty, noisy, dusty, and I also have a north side, and this also affects me badly. In two years I have not seen the sun here at all, and the lamps here are dim - you are constantly in the twilight. And this is important to me. As a child in Yekaterinburg, I had a very small room - eight squares, like a compartment. There was a window, along which was a table with a computer, where I wrote music. And I have the brightest memories of this, because it was always sunny there. There are no clouds in Yekaterinburg, there is rarely bad weather, there is always a clear sky and a huge sun. I love it when you wake up and see dust particles falling in the sun. I have no curtains, I sleep without curtains. In the dark, I cannot write music, I need a blinding sun.

Now I am planning to do more music, and the move to another apartment is due to this. I will live alone, here I have always lived with someone. Now we are shooting together with Mira, she is also a musician, but we are not meeting, just friends. We have known each other since Yekaterinburg.

All my friends came to my farewell party in this apartment, deciding that I was leaving the country. There were about forty people here. It was a house party, but it was held with the support of Jägermeister with a guest DJ who was Dima Kovyazin. Everything is like at a normal party: there is a DJ playing, dancing there, smoking in the kitchen, a lot of alcohol everywhere, and at the same time there is a live broadcast of what is happening on Facebook.

About moving to Moscow

I moved to Moscow almost four years ago, I was then 26. A new - so to speak, conscious - life began in an apartment on Leningradka (at first I did not live long on the Arbat). Here I came to my senses after some events in Moscow. She met me very aggressively. I started my journey with the Monasterio club, which no longer exists. It was done by dishonest people, and my provincial naivete played a cruel joke on me. But I needed to show my talents to the Moscow public, I needed some place where I could present myself.

At that time, Monasterio was the best place for me: there was no party of its own there yet. In Solyanka, everyone knew each other, there I would have been behind the first echelon, and it was generally useless to communicate with the Army. It was a difficult time, but my name, of course, only appeared on the map of Moscow thanks to Monasterio. As a result, the club was closed (by that time we all had completely quarreled), but when I left there, the techno-crowd already knew Nikita Zabelin, and I began to make my own parties, which people began to go to.

I never force myself to write music, for me this is a fundamental moment. I don't give a damn if they listen to my music or not listen to me, whether I have a release or not. I have developed some immunity to this. When I played at home, no one was interested in my music, in Yekaterinburg everyone said that I played badly, in my group they said that I was a so-so musician - such a story haunted me all my life.

When I met Nina (Nina Kravitz, DJ - Ed.), showed her my tracks and she liked it, I gained some confidence in myself. Because the person who was an important figure in the techno world for me recognized my work as something worthwhile. But my neighbor Mira has earned her popularity only with music, and I understand that my success is due more to some social factors and my actions.

About Yekaterinburg

I graduated from the university in Yekaterinburg, where I studied to be a specialist in international relations, but I am a ****** (bad) specialist. I just had a conversation with my parents: you, Nikita, finish your education, and then you do whatever you want. I began to study music at the age of twelve.
I had a band where I played bass. My mother listened to all kinds of electronic music like Prodigy, Chemical Brothers, Scooter - it was in my ears since childhood. Dad listened to Louis Armstrong and Barry White while driving his Mercedes. What they were doing then, I don't know. These were
90th. I have young parents, they are now under 50, and I have never been perceived as a son: there is just a couple, and another dude hangs out with them. They never chased me, they didn’t say what to do, there was no hierarchy, and it doesn’t exist now.

At the age of 17, I started going to nightclubs and realized that I liked it, I wanted to write music myself, without a group. At that time I did not work out with the collective, they told me that I did not know how to play and that I would not make an intelligent musician. I did not argue with the fact that I am a so-so player: not very confident, unstable, and my technique suffers. And the computer was a way out of the situation for me, because everything can be done technically correctly there.

Everything happened quickly for me, already at the age of 18 I made my party, and by the age of 20 I was traveling in the Urals. I sometimes went to Moscow just like that, and in 2009 I performed for the first time at a festival in the Central House of Artists, where I played live.

Honestly, I would go home if I didn't have to maintain my level.

Before moving to Moscow, I lived for several years in St. Petersburg and then again in Yekaterinburg.
In St. Petersburg, I did not plan to live, I went there because I played in a group. After the concert, they could not pay me, so I had no money for a ticket home. And I stayed there ... for three years. In St. Petersburg, I could not raise my head, but there I earned good experience in video production and the fashion industry.

Returning home was a forced step. At that time, my relationship with the girl was at an impasse, my work also did not work out - for the simple reason that I did not need it. I am Aries by the sign of the zodiac, and therefore it is impossible to force me to do something at all. I went back to Yekaterinburg and after the difficult Petersburg decided to lead a cheeky lifestyle.

In general, I love my hometown. In Yekaterinburg, I like Lenin Avenue the most. There is a central street where all the houses that interest me from an architectural point of view are located. I love to walk there. In the 1920s, there was an experimental platform for a socialist society: the entire central district was built up with a single ensemble in the style of constructivism. And, of course, the Yeltsin Center is a very important place on a federal scale. It presents a new Russia, a young country that is only 26 years old. I am offended that on the site of the monument to Lenin on the central square there is no monument to Yeltsin. Someone says that he drank the country on drink, and I think he was an important figure, and I can imagine how he got it when the country collapsed. Yeltsin was a big man, strong, and everything that we have (and what we don’t, of course) are all thanks to him.

And in Yekaterinburg there is also a Lynch club. It is completely recreated from the Lynch films: there is a red room with black and white floors, an all-white leather room, and even a room from Inland Empire.

About favorite places

I like those sites that are made from a feeling of love, and not for the sake of profit. A good platform "Rabitsa", a good platform "Rodnya". What is a club? This is a community of people, first of all, this is not about music. The one who creates the place must be in the subject himself. Places such as Konstruktor or Space Moscow (the kingdom of heaven to him) are not clubs at all. When I go to places like this, I feel like in a cattle pen. They do not consider a person as a person, but only as a financial unit.

For 8-10 years now, I've only been visiting restaurants in Propaganda and the Branch. I do not like when I am ********* (deceived), and there I am definitely not ****** (deceived). I always feed the artists I bring there, I know the menu and prices by heart. Caesar in Propaganda is a must-have, and lunch is sacred. When I arrived in Moscow, it cost 220-250 rubles, now, when the price of salmon has risen, it cost 360 rubles. But I'm not taking lunch anymore, but a full set of dishes. American coffee has become such a habit for me that I go to other places and ask for American coffee, not American.

I hate expensive establishments with monograms, waiters are too cute - it really annoys me

Of course, they look at me like a redneck, as if I order an "expresso". Previously, my favorite place was the Chapion restaurant with Armenian and Georgian cuisine at Novoslobodskaya, but it was removed when the squatter was demolished. Everything was for real there.

There are many such places in Yekaterinburg. Local Uzbek woman "Nigora" is the number one place where you can eat lagman, dolma, shawarma. It is not particularly clean and tidy, but the pilaf is piled on you, which is really tasty.
I have no fondness for clean places. I hate expensive establishments with monograms, waiters are too nice - it really annoys me, I feel uncomfortable there.

We are launching a new section in which our heroes will talk about one day in their lives. Travelers, models, bloggers, photographers, creative people and just interesting people will slightly open the curtain of what is hidden behind beautiful pictures in Instagram profiles and show everything that remains behind the scenes. And we start with one of our favorites - Karina Istomina.

It has always seemed important to me to tell not only what happened at some point in life, but also to share feelings. Indeed, most often it is they that lead us to some conclusions, desires, goals, and sometimes disappointments.

To be honest, I really don't like being called a model. I mean that I respect my work, but in my life there are still important activities for me, to which I give the maximum of my energy and time. I write long reads about music, play dj sets and have been the PR manager of the indie group Tesla Boy for almost a year. I also graduate from the HSE Faculty of Journalism. I will not hide, more often than not I am torn between billions of cases and can stop in the middle of the road from the realization of how deadly tired I am, but I love what I do. And it gives me endless joy.

So, I will tell you about how I was in Ibiza to shoot the summer collection of the Etam brand in early March.

I flew in a low-cost airline (thanks to the clients for that) with a transfer in Madrid from New York at around 8 pm and in the morning, having arrived on the entertainment island, I went straight to the shooting. I have nothing against low-cost airlines, but they have insanely little space between the seats, so on the fourth hour of the flight my knees hurt, and after drinking melatonin, I spent the entire flight in painful sleep. In addition to the jetlag buzzing in my head, I was pestered by the classic New York depression, so I was not particularly impressed with the rural beauties of Spain, but the air smelled of the sea and it calmed me down.

It was about seven in the morning, I was sitting in a villa, which was in the mountains, far from the clubs and restaurants, whose signs hang the whole city. It was about 15 degrees, but I was looking forward to freezing in a beautiful sky-colored pool, which was located on the territory of the site.

The team consisted of 15 people: two photographers, one of them is a famous Italian - Emmanuel Ferrari, two stylists, their assistants, a make-up artist, a client and a personal (!) Chef, but I will return to him a little later.

Also a fantastic beauty 18-year-old Spaniard Marta Agular worked with me. It seemed to me that she herself did not understand how beautiful she was, but there was something mysterious about her, like all girls who were breathtaking. Or maybe this mystery was in the fact that she spoke little, smoked hand-rolled cigarettes and sat on the phone all the time that we were there.

Everyone was as friendly as possible and glad to bring me a blanket or tea so that I would not freeze, and the only problem was that none of them knew how to clearly express themselves in English.

At that moment I remembered that when I went with my parents to France, they did not speak English everywhere or pretended not to know how. Of course, this did not cause discomfort, but I am a lover of chatting and making everyone laugh, so I had a feeling of dissatisfaction. I just had to smile sweetly.

They say that this is exactly how models need to behave - be silent and smile. But most of them are speechless because they either have nothing to say, or they simply do not know the language.

The collection will be cool, I would love to wear some things, and it was easy to work and not even very cold.

Having removed some of the bows in the bedrooms and on the terrace of our villa, we went to have dinner in the garden. The chef was handsome. With his huge hands, he turned the lettuce leaves in a large shiny plate, glancing fleetingly at Martha and me.

When I went to lunch, I expected some culinary masterpiece to be accomplished in front of my eyes, because it smelled fantastically dizzying. Well, I am a master of fantasy, and more often than not, I want to stay in it further. The food was terrible. I'm not whimsical, honestly. But this time, I again felt like a five-year-old and as if my mother was again making me eat "something" whose name I do not know. I don’t eat couscous and the spinach soup doesn’t inspire me either, and our cook barbarously mixed the bacon into some beans, which upset me a lot. After digging in the plate for about 10 minutes, I quickly ran to the kitchen so that he would not notice and not be offended that I had not eaten anything. After all, children's attitudes govern us all our lives.

We spent the second part of the day by the sea. I want to note that in Ibiza it is a very rich azure blue. You can look at it for hours.

At the beginning we stopped at a fishing village. There, the entire coast was covered with dried seaweed, so it smelled of iodine.

While Martha smoked a cigarette, I basked in the sun and dozed on my haunches. The work of the model taught me to sleep wherever the opportunity arises. I was bothered by the thought of how homesick I was, how wonderful it was that I was at sea and what should I do next. I want to note that the last question never leaves my head.

I was also nervous. And this already applies to my other work. We were preparing the Tesla Boy concert at the Gogol Center, which thundered on March 20 with an incredible success, which we ourselves did not expect. My job is to be in touch with everyone, control everything and write to everyone so that they, in turn, write about us. And I was sitting in a fishing village on a Spanish island without the Internet, with a jet lag and 15 more bows in front. Running from Wi-Fi to Wi-Fi, I solved important organizational issues that needed to be dealt with immediately.

In the evening we went to the beach. The sand was already pulling cold, and the sea was icy, but in the bay it was calm and almost windless. It was a great opportunity to finally breathe out a little. While we were taking turns filming, I sat on the shore and listened to music on headphones.

We also drove into the city. If you are an introvert with a predisposition to sociopathy, then Ibiza in early March is the option for you. Tourist cities are very dreary in winter. There were about 10 people in the city and all of them were over 60.

Most of the restaurants were closed, even the apartment shutters were slammed shut. The city has not yet woken up, only the workers whitewashed the walls near the medieval fortress.

But that didn't stop me from drinking a jug of white sangria, eating a caesar with apples (this is another oddity) and taking a walk in the port, because I really love ships.

Well, it was a wonderful pass between life in New York and life in Moscow. I had time to think a little about what happened and what will happen, to work and generally have a great time with myself. Here's a bit of a melancholy romantic story about my day.

Journalist, model and DJ Karina Istomina decided to tell what it is like to psychologically overcome all the painful stages of separation

Each person in his life went through painful partings. Such a gap, when mental pain develops into physical pain and dims in the eyes from unexpected flashbacks. Each of us in this difficult period of life is faced with many problems, patterns and misconceptions. Often we draw the wrong conclusions, which then brings us trouble in future relationships. And it turns out that the hard experience that we gain does not bring the desired results.

Three months ago, there was the most painful break in my life. And perhaps in the future there will be a lot of such gaps, because I am only 22. But I sincerely want to admit that sometimes the things that I encountered during this period were very difficult for me.

I go to a psychoanalyst for six months and started going, because I realized that there are certain thoughts in my head that require explanations to myself, and I feel uncomfortable living with them. And when we broke up with my ex-boyfriend, I went to therapy three times a week. I know that not everyone has the courage to go digging in the dark corners of their consciousness, but it turned out that there are phases in parting that a person must go through. And it helped me a lot to cope with all this. Perhaps my reflections will help some of you.

The first thing that happens after the phrase "I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore" is a deafening pain and shock. I hardly remember that day, only in fits and starts, as if in a dream. I remember the green bench, the workers painting the fence, and my crying ex-boyfriend. Although he did not love me, he was also in pain. I couldn't say a word.

The next day I took my things. If there is a tenth circle of hell according to Dante and I get there, then I will always collect these things from the closets. What is the best thing to do in such a situation? Take a friend or girlfriend, a loved one. While I was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket and sobbing, my friend took my suitcase, helped me pack my things, said that we had nothing else to do here, and in the car played Jay-Z's "Lucifer" track. Believe me, it is very difficult to observe how bad a person is, but this is what friends are for. And if not for her, then I would have left that apartment for a very long time.

And then immediately advice. Friends are the people who support you. Often they will not tell you the truth or what will be painful for you to hear, because you may quarrel with them about it. They want the best for you, but you are responsible for your actions. And often, when I met with friends and talked about my problems, they reacted more calmly than I expected, so it seemed to me that everything was not so scary. Even when it was very scary.

And so I moved back to my parents. I hardly lived there for 2.5 years and came back, as if for the first year of university.

When everything is over and you need to start living differently, the work of grief begins. Grief work is a completely natural process in which a person goes through painful stages of breakup. So when you are told: "He / she is not worthy of you, why are you worried?" - no need to listen. If you compress this pain in yourself, it will come out of you for years, carrying a mountain of complexes and delusions with it. The hardest and most courageous thing is to face all this and survive.

It all starts with the fact that it is impossible to believe in it. “How so? How could this have happened? It's impossible! A week ago I was preparing breakfast for him and we chatted when we drank tea. "

I couldn't sort my suitcases for a week. Mom said that I live at the train station, but I just couldn't even open them. At this moment, the stage of "non-acceptance" begins. You may have dreams that you are still together, or that this person is returning. Roughly speaking, in your heart your relationship is in a coma, under droppers, but still breathing. Gradually they die, you put them in a coffin, hammer in nails, cover them with earth and put up a tombstone.

Listen to your dreams. This is your subconscious speaking. Through all the stages of parting, I had a lot of dreams with exactly those feelings that I met after some time.

In reality, it is very difficult to maintain associations with this person. I disagreed with him and our mutual friends from Facebook for a while, having previously warned them about it. I couldn't even open my phone, because when I even looked at my photos, I remembered that we were together. The only thing that I reacted with trepidation was the music. I realized that I cannot now listen to the music that I listened to before. I didn't want her to send me to that moment of pain and to remind me of the past. I took one album and listened to it for a month, until it became much easier for me. It was Kanye West's 808s & heartbreak album. Firstly, it is 2008, so you don't often hear it anywhere. Secondly, now I can turn it on and be transported to that April. This is a kind of box of memories. Walking helped me too. I met with friends and walked a lot alone to go to bed when tired. The hardest part of the day for me was morning, because I really loved waking up with him. And now every morning, when I opened my eyes, I immediately felt very painful.

At first I could not eat, I felt sick, I was sick, I constantly wanted to sleep. In the most unexpected moments, I could cry, because gradually I realized that we were no longer together.

We begin to feel sorry for ourselves, it seems that such a person will no longer be in our life. The very best, the most beloved and the most beautiful. Some of these reflections are indeed true. There will never be such a person in your life. And as good and bad as it will not be with him either. But you need to understand that it will still be good and bad, but in a DIFFERENT way. And so is this person with you. Each of you is still special to each other. Only you had these jokes, these shared interests, nicknames, memories and sex.

You cannot lock yourself in the room. You need to see your friends, constantly recount this story, because this way it becomes more conscious for yourself, go somewhere, start changing your life. Two weeks after parting due to fortunate circumstances, I moved and began to live alone. This cheered me up a lot, and I immediately began to feel that everything was changing. I started going on tour and found a new job (I worked in a team with my ex-boyfriend, so I automatically lost my job too). Although I ran away from my new job very quickly, because I realized that it was too unconscious a decision, it made me think about other things as well. Distraction is good, but you can't just ignore your feelings.

I went with a friend to Paris and was preparing to defend my diploma. It was in Paris, a month after parting, that I realized that everything was over. And it happened quite by accident. I went up to the apartment and thought: “Oh, now wi-fi will connect, I need to write to him that everything is fine with me. Stop. Karin, who should I write to? "

This is how the awareness stage began. And the dreams that I was looking for him or talking somewhere passed.

But then the most unpleasant part begins. Intoxication. If before that you felt only pain, regret for the loss and longing for a person, now you begin to remember everything that hurt you, offended or with which you did not agree all this time. Anger is a very strong feeling. This eternal dialogue in my head with frequent monologues about what should have been answered then is very difficult to stop. But he doesn't need to be stopped. It's good to be angry. Everything needs to come out of you.

I got it all in a slightly complicated form. Firstly, I can endure for a very long time, even when it is not required. And when something didn't suit me, I could keep silent, but still do it my own way. But keep silent. Therefore, anger for 2.5 years of silence grew more and more every day. I was just angry and went to the gym and swimming every day to be with a bright head at least for a while. And as soon as the anger almost dried up, there was another blow.

I realized that there are very few beautiful and respectful partings. And this was definitely not our case. Apparently, the work of my ex-boyfriend's grief happened in express mode, when we were still together, because a month later it turned out that he did not just stop loving me, but the fact that he went to another woman with whom he was already with me while I was ... It turns out that another person slept on sheets that I matched to the color of our curtains and glasses in the kitchen.

How did I do it? When I found out about this, I had to write a diploma. And in general it was impossible to think about anything other than the final exams. And it seemed to me that I easily took this news, but my body told me no. I thought that only Russian classics have young ladies who lie down with bad news. In general, I could not get up for two days, because I had such cystitis on a nervous basis (the girls will understand me) that the pain paralyzed me. There were many questions, but sincerely it pissed me off that it happened exactly during that period of time when I was graduating from university, and he knew how serious it was, but he didn't care. This is how another template collapsed.

There is only one thing to remember in these situations. You cannot compare yourself with anyone. Never. And I'm really proud of that, because there was no competition in my head and I don't feel any worse. It just happened. And after all this time, I understand that this is much better.

And what about the end, you ask? When you get tired of being angry and hating, you don't care. You are grateful to this person for all the warm moments together, for the efforts and love. Then a new life begins. It begins when you wake up in the morning and realize that you have a lot of things to do and cares that you enjoy doing, when the phone is bursting with messages from people with whom you want to meet, and when your soul is calm, as if calm.

Karina's wardrobe is a universal option for every modern girl, whose day is filled with many things, but who does not forget about style.

“To be honest, you can't drag me to the store. I love to walk among the counters in the huge grocery stores, but I bypass the racks of clothes.

My wardrobe is replenished somehow by itself. Sometimes I borrow T-shirts from my boyfriend, or I accidentally see something in the window, without which, it seems to me, I cannot continue to live, or they give me something.

I love plain and plain T-shirts, T-shirts, jeans, shirts and skirts. The only thing I have a lot is a sneaker. It seems to me that they will soon evict me from the house. And if the program “Homes” still existed on MTV, then the first thing I would say: “Okay, guys, now we're going to watch my sneakers.” But despite this irresponsibility, they often tell me that I'm good I look :)

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To be honest, you can't drag me to the store. I love to walk among the counters in huge grocery stores, but I pass by the racks of clothes.

And in New York, people come up on the streets and say that I, for example, have a cool cape. Although I bought it with my last money in some unknown store, because I was terribly cold. So the high price of a thing is not always a guarantee that it is cool.

I have a basic wardrobe “for all occasions”, but in my everyday rhythm I like it to be always comfortable. If it is winter, then these are turtlenecks, jeans and warm jumpers. If it is a warm season, then dresses, skirts and shirts. And, of course, a pair of shoes and floor-length dresses to cheer up and attract attention.

• My boyfriend's jeans are from a thrift store in Williamsburg.
• Urban Outfitters T-shirt
• Jeans Topshop
• Sneakers Puma (Street Beat)

Versatile items can often be a guarantee of the perfect look for every day. The beauty of this “look” is its simplicity: basic black skinny will always “make friends” with a T-shirt with the logo of their favorite band and a voluminous old-school denim jacket.

• So easy dress
• Shoes no name

I also adhere to simple combinations as a go-out look: the most laconic dress with a throat looks spectacular thanks to the rich color, and black pumps enhance the effect.

• YS'Jemma shirt and skirt
• Sneakers Puma (Street Beat)

A simple cut can always be balanced with an ironic detail - I fell in love with this shirt because of the funny horse print.

• Sweatshirt by ASOS
• Aloha Gaia Jewelry
• Jeans Topshop
• Vans Sneakers (Street Beat)

Total black is a sure-fire option, especially when sneakers or sneakers are included in the image - so you can go to a concert or play a set in a club.

• Cos shirt
• Pants by Monki
• Tiffany Ring
• Asics Sneakers (Street Beat)

I love masculine looks: they are comfortable and emphasize femininity in contrast, while at the same time giving you a little hooligan mood. I like the pants for their functionality, but I took the shirt from my boyfriend - the perfect white shirt can only be a man's.

• Monki Top and Skirt
• Vans Sneakers (Street Beat)

Despite the fact that there is still snow outside the window now, I continue to dream of warmth and summer, when I can wear bright sneakers and a space Monki skirt and walk all night long.