YOU: Sacha Pytka, 23 (of Soyons Ouf) HOME: Venice Beach, CA
I'M CURRENTLY: On lockdown in LA until I finish my next samples and head to Europe.
I DIG: Cooking, clothes, and adventures.
DESTINATION: Moscow, Russia
WHAT: My friend Aline and I thought it would be fun to do a girls weekend in Russia with our little sisters. Arielle and I got our tickets and visas, but my friends didn’t get their act together so it was a sisters weekend.
WHEN: February 2009
TRIP TUNES: Whatever we were dancing to!
TRIP THREADS: An amazing white fox fur coat given to me by my grandma. I could have been naked under that thing and still have been warm.
CAN'T FORGET EVEN IF I TRIED: Arielle’s grand finale fall while ice skating in the Red Square.
NEXT STOP: Back to Paris, then surfing in Mexico!
RELAXATION SPOT: The jacuzzi at our hotel- the Mariott Moscow Royal Aurora. It’s all you want after walking out in the cold all day.
MEAL: I can't say it was my favorite meal, but certainly the most Russian meal we had was at the super-traditional Café Pushkin. Lots of pickles and cabbage and things of the sort, but the restaurant itself is stunning.
DRINK: Beluga Vodka. I don’t like vodka very much, but when in Rome… This was the most highly recommended vodka from room service and I must say it was delectable. I found it at a liquor store nearby here in California. When I brought it up to the register, the Russian cashier asked me “How do you know about Beluga?” He was quite impressed.
ADVENTURE: Trying to cross the street. The avenues there are basically 4 to 6 lane highways with no visible crosswalks. We rush across one trying to get to the Red Square, and a group of police officers approach us and start speaking to us in Russian. Our stomachs drop. “We don’t speak Russian.” They look us up and down. “Give me your passports.” There’s no way I’m giving these guys our passports. We smile, play dumb and walk away very fast saying we don’t have them on us. We later find out there are underground tunnels. We also befriended the gay man who sold me a pair of boots. He took us to Vika Gazinskaya’s fashion show at TSUM department store and we wound up partying at a Russian gay bar, that was pretty fun too. Also, our flight home was cancelled and we had to stay in an airport hotel for the night. A chocolate and vodka fueled karaoke party ensued with the rest of the stranded passengers.
SLEEP/LACK OF SLEEP: Simachev- This is the only club that I remember the name of, but we danced to everything from badass Russian rap to Backstreet Boys.
Trying to cross the street
inside the super luxurious mall GUM
Arielle modeling some great finds from a shop in an underground crosswalk tunnel. my fur hat and her pilot's jumpsuit.
Red Square and GUM