Burgundy fleece, wool collar. The cornerstone of the spring wardrobe, the foundation of the entire Crimea series. Pinches a little under the legs, but I pretend not to notice.
The same Bordo, but in city-dog mode. On the tram the collar shifts to the left — this is considered part of the look.
Beige hooded sweatshirt — for cool evenings on the sofa. The hood has never once been worn, but it sets the right atmosphere.
Tie-dye sweater — the only ill-advised purchase I managed to justify. I sleep especially deeply and loudly while wearing it.
Not clothing, but included in the wardrobe by right of constant use. A grey blanket inside which I construct a private dome for an hour or two — sometimes until morning.
An IATA carrier I first climbed into as a puppy, and from which I will look at Moscow for the last time in the summer of 2026. Inside — the same burgundy fleece.
«Burgundy suits him. He doesn't know it, but everyone around him does.»
— Ksusha, on any given Friday evening