City life with Alexandra Matoshko
Aug 27, 2008 at 21:40 | Alexandra Matoshkotertainment section, I frequently get invitations to various social events. That includes presentations of music videos, press openings of posh new clubs and anniversaries of restaurants. And also because of my job, I have to get out and mingle, so I try to visit at least some of these events, but every time I do it grudgingly, since it can easily turn out to be a waste of time. Whenever I go out to such a party with high expectations, I'm likely to leave it dissapointed. It’s not that I'm hoping for royal treatment, but knowing well what the media does for all those newborn pop stars and fancy joints, I suppose my desire to be entertained is well justified.
Sending out invitations to an opening or presentation, promoters often try to tempt the press with promise of a buffet, but experienced party hoppers know – “buffet” is a loose concept. Sometimes it can mean a few tiny sandwiches with salo and cubes of Rosiyskiy cheese with vodka – the worst; or it can be made up of slices of smoked salmon, caviar on bits of baguette and crackers with pate, as well as wine – satisfactory; finally you may get parmesan, carpaccio, seafood, oysters, and Moet & Chandon. The latter is a rare case, but you can still manage to hit the jackpot from time to time. Of course, even such a treat is unlikely to attract me unless I’m going to be in good company. The crowd can be another reason to go to a party. But the sad truth is, unless an event is of high importance in VIP society, it’s mostly attended by journalists and people seeking extra attention.
The last party I attended was a premiere at a posh movie theater. The cinema bar was crowded with solarium-tanned women, fixing their hair extensions, smug boys in sunglasses, and other individuals taking great pains to look significant and get noticed by photographers and cameramen. If I wasn’t with a friend, I’d skip the movie and escape. Unfortunately, I get this feeling very frequently at “socials” like this. It’s probably because I’m extremely allergic to phonies, and find this whole vanity fair just irritating and boring.