Cocktail party is almost the most popular event of the big city. So when you're standing near the closet full of clothes, you’re thinking:  «Oh, my God, I have nothing to wear for a party». Undoubtedly, you want to be dressed appropriately and emphasize your dignity. By the way, at such wonderful events it is possible to meet your old friend or maybe charm a stranger.

It’s not necessarily to fly through Atlantic to Dallas to feel the heroes of western while you can simply go to the friend’s country house. For such case we are stored up cow-boy hats and romantic pillow-shams, gaiters and leather jackets.  Many thanks to Alexandra for place at our disposal her amazing dogs breed Labrador (Zlata, Vesta and Tiffany) which became our beautiful heroines.

Sometimes it seems that Almaty is not yet ready to spit on standards and accept non-standard self-expressions as due. Here I’m going in the lush organza skirt (custom-made on my sketches) on one of the sleeping areas somewhere on the outskirts of the city, and the drivers are honking me, shouting and waving. The girls, dressed in black from head to toe, twisting their temple. But what is wrong? I'm not naked, not bald; I do not stand shod in skiing on asphalt. By the way, if I walked into the center, it would have been within the normal range. We are so contrasting, though we are the habitants of the same city.

I want to feel myself like a paradise birdie in a sunny day; to become bright unbearably, that grey building shuddered from the disorderly conduct of the saturated paints. Exactly the yellow color is the best for this similar trick. Be careful, hard stone jungles, I'm flying on my colorful wings straight to you.