Is Madonna a trendsetter or a trendspreader?

Yesterday Madonna was performing in Moscow, at stadium Luzhniki and whatever media are broadcasting I didn’t witness any fervent orthodox demonstration, it might due to the huge number of soldiers and policemen devoted to the security.
The music and the show were great, even though the Kabbalah inspiration is far more visible than her previous tour, damaging the show. I expected great motion design on the background screens but they displayed a lot of too-explicit anti-war clichés (Bush’s diatribes, poor Africans…) while the warwear defile was, according to me, more pertinent and much more performance-focused.
Well in fact in this post I’d like to deal with two weak signals, not so weak actually, which can help in fashion prospective. The secret is Madonna doesn’t do the fashion but follows it, much earlier than mainstream I must admit, but anyway the both trends I am to develop could be witnessed before.
Confessions Tour starts with a horse-playing theme. However the polo was yet the new golf: Citizen K and Diesel both sponsor the Open de France de Polo and Ralph Lauren has turned hype since they had made the logo bigger, so equitation uniform should hit the street soon.
Second trend is about wearing only the sleeves of a t-shirt and having the body of t-shirt behind the neck. Madonna didn’t dress this way, only some dancers of her crew. Nevertheless now that perfect abdominals only request reading a book, more and more men wanting ROI from sport club membership show off their body. Now you know how to do it trendily.

23+

You don’t understand you’ve got in unless you’re actually in. You don’t believe it could happen before it indeed did. Now that I’m 23, it was hight time to enter the grown-up age group, keeping in mind that every steps request to complete a trial to let you in. Since our societies have not built-in adulthood trial, I had to coin it by myself. So I did Saturday. Although it could turn as cosmetics, I didn’t care. I was too focused on listening to secrets. Even though these secrets are to be uncovered soon.
I want to tell you that you mean but don’t remember where my phone is and why I’m surrounded with water and I try to guess what’s next and I guess well and I fall asleep again and again.

(Rescue me) The old ladies want to date me!

Saturday night I was riding in metro to downtown with a party-night-rules can of energy drink while one of the two old ladies seated in front of me asked me whether it were some drugs inside and the other lady said it couldn’t be so since such a can is legally sold. So I opened the can and offered a sip and they liked the sugar-saturated taste, what amazed me a lot. Then we kept talking all journey long and at the end they asked me my phone number, then I thought why not and I released it and they told they sms me back so I’ll get their number too. But for now I haven’t received any sms from them. Or I mistaken and gave a fake number, or old ladies turned more cynical than younger.
By the way, Geometria.ru is a photosite where you can witness me

Крыша

Krysha – Roof in Russian – is a rooftop club in very Downtown, near Biblioteka imini Lenina station. Entrance: free after an easy-going-through face control. Audience: the Gorbachev-is-history generation, from sk8ters to fashion-addicts to gays-friendly. Music: electro chill-out not-so-down-tempo enough to let you dance. Ambiance: white wood furniture, hammocks and the sky above could make you think you’re in a southern must-see spot, but the surrounding Russian-style roofs and a big wall of the Lenin Library keep you in Moscow.

3 steps closer

dark, The music no good without you baby aired. Dance with some dyke then let her down. More absinthe. Surrounded by party. They are here. Wanna scream look at me I’m better-looking but don’t. Network failure. Go upstairs then back. Wait for the metro to reopen then change my mind. This is Saturday in a club. What in the hell I’m supposed to do here? Then do.

red, hand raspberries, end sushis, love turns into more love because of understanding. It was before the chocolate. Have been let down, look for an exit, wait for an answer. Is it my fault? What else can I do? Your demand doesn’t appeal to me so I follow mine. Nothing against you, I wished you understood.

white, lights candles on. Listen to the patriarch. Hair-covered women praying. Look up then down. Look at the painted wall then icons. So it’s orthodox and new. Feel the religious excitement inside but pretend I don’t. Move around. Do you believe in?