Halloween by club XIII at the Art Centre on Plyushchikha

It seems that ever since the start of October the question "so how are you going to look on the Scariest Night of the year?" had been the most pressing one... The need for a costume raised no questions, and it had to be something utterly, insanely stunning. All last year we lived on memories of the spectacular Helloween-2000 on plush Plyushchikha, so there were no doubts about where to spend this night — XIII, of course. That left the costume... A week before the night we had already scoured the wardrobe departments of, it seems, every Moscow theatre; friends were forging friendly ties with the babushkas who guard Mosfilm's crinolines and suits of armour... At one point I too was seized by the urge to show up as a Medieval princess — a tight corset, a long and full skirt of silk flounces — but, recalling the custom of wild dancing on nights like these,
and all the more so since XIII had promised to treat their guests to the red-hot duo Phats&Small, I decided to settle on something lighter and more comfortable: to sacrifice a bit of chic (but not charm) to comfort — the look of a tousled black-haired little witch — sexy&glamour...
The 27th.. Night..
The old Castle was overrun by dwellers of the Realm of Darkness — the Godfather blesses me (probably for my sins..), the most charming skeletons hold my hand, sweet mummies ask "how are you, darling?", Oriental sheikhs with their enchanting concubines — slender waists, wild décolletés, little devils and.. tender angels.. — how did they end up in this parade of dark
forces?.. my beloved man in the guise of a French Nobleman puts his arm around my waist — the party promises to be magnificent! Silk, velvet, candles — all in the finest traditions of XIII's extravaganza... beautiful swans glide across the stage, a crowd in which you don't at once recognise the hot characters so dear to your heart... except by the smiles on their faces that you know so well.. The Castle of Darkness is surprisingly
cosy — a sea of champagne, an intimate atmosphere, plush sofas, fluffy carpets and a charge of positivity in the air, the night at its peak: just a little more... and I lose my connection with reality.
The music of that night left memories of a heart beating in rhythm, of a body that just can't stop, even though the hand of the old clock is approaching 6 — the magic still refuses to dissipate.....
Glitter, Grace&Glamour — never had the Castle of Darkness been so friendly to its guests.
And the night's final chord, "And I'm only here...To bring you FREE LOVE".. sounds like the last chapter of a mad fairy tale that ended tonight only so that, on turning the page, it could begin the next one, once again disturbing the age-old peace of the Castle of Darkness.