Natalia Antonova

Giant hogweeds on the rampage, that one rape movie you should watch (if you can stomach it), and the general state of Russia’s film industry

I have been writing for your benefit, dear reader. This is for you – all for you. First of all, stay away from the freaky plants that look like Queen Anne’s lace that had been watered with bovine growth hormone (and find out what they have to do with the worst dictator in Russian history).Continue reading “Giant hogweeds on the rampage, that one rape movie you should watch (if you can stomach it), and the general state of Russia’s film industry”

Lev is a year old!

And he has the funny hat to prove it.

Notes to the wannabe Carrie Bradshaws – from the raggedy edge

Taylor Cotter, the author of this gem, is hurt and surprised by the amount of vitriol the Internet has now dumped on her. I’ve got no desire to join in a public pile-on at a time when someone is already upset by the negative attention, but I did feel serious secondhand embarrassment upon reading herContinue reading “Notes to the wannabe Carrie Bradshaws – from the raggedy edge”

Orhan Pamuk got even better

After he won that Nobel Prize. Which is sort of encouraging, isn’t it? I mean, if I were him, I would make a nest of my laurels and not so much rest upon them as grow completely catatonic for the next decade or so. I guess it’s a good thing that the most famous livingContinue reading “Orhan Pamuk got even better”

Thank God we can’t afford Burberry Baby

… I guess? Then again, I can’t imagine most well-adjusted parents buying novachek booties. And by this I don’t mean that Alyosha and I are particularly well-adjusted. We just happen to find sanity an admirable quality. I am amused, and slightly petrified, whenever I observe so-called helicopter parents from a distance. And by this IContinue reading “Thank God we can’t afford Burberry Baby”