It’s so strange to think that just last week I was in Moscow; it now feels like an entire world away. I can unquestionably say it was one of the most interesting, exotic adventures I’ve ever had (and the fact that I was whisked there for a mere 48 hours by the lovely people at Mango only made it seem all the more thrilling). From the imposing red walls of The Kremlin, to St Basil’s cathedral looming over Red Square (which was like a Disney Castle meets Dracula on speed), from the incredible history to the continuing Communist-era bleakness, from the sight of Red Square’s illuminated buildings bathed in moonlight – the sound of church bells and heels on cobbles as men in heavy coats and Cossack hats walked past made me feel as though I was in one of Flemming’s James Bond novels – and the way the richness of the city made me want to abandon any nods to minimalism in favour of crimson lips, high heels, a blazer frosted with no less than 30 lapel brooches and messy ballerina buns.
So, for those who have never been to Russia and perhaps never will, here is a glimpse of this strange and wonderful city through my eyes.
Top – bottom: St Basil’s Cathedral, cherry blossoms in the GUM shopping complex, a view of the Kremlin’s walls, Red Square church, the magnificently excessive crown jewels in the Kremlin armoury museum, Red Square by nightfall, dinner in the legendary Cafe Pushkin, my own sartorial excesses, Red Square
Love, Miss B xx
Briony was in Moscow as a guest of Mango
















