From Russia With Love

Typecasting · Saint-Petersburg · by Marina Khorosh

This is me, obviously.

Oh, Russia..

Considering the recent news events that have left my motherland in an infinite PR crisis, I’m not quite sure how to approach this contentious topic. I recently spent a week in my native Saint-Petersburg and was left with a rather hesitant opinion on the country and the Orwellian direction its heading into. However, I will refrain from politics and stick to my niche, focusing on truly important matters, such as the Russian dating scene.

I have to admit I made very little effort to do exploratory research for this post. Unless you’re from an urban metropolis, hometowns are possibly the least inspiring place to attempt dating, mainly out of that jaded understanding of the city and its inhabitants. Saint-Petersburg, in particular, has a rather low influx of newcomers leaving the chance of meeting a perspective somebody at slim to none. Nonetheless, I did gather some general observations that will just have to suffice.

What British Men Can Learn from French Men & Vice Versa

Typecasting · London · by Marina Khorosh

If I had a dollar for every time somebody advised me to go to London, to “find a boyfriend”, I would have money. Real money. (If I had a British pound, I would be rich.) The way people talk, you would think single financiers are lining up at St Pancras by the dozen, eager to give up their signet rings for the first cute girl to step off the Eurostar.

In an effort to explore this popular notion, not to mention temporarily escape the slightly suffocating ambiance of Paris, I recently started spending more time in London. Upon arrival, I always feel somewhat like a kid at Dylan’s Candy Bar, awed by the overwhelming number of cute boys in suits permeating the streets of Mayfair. These guys seem to combine the best of both worlds, possessing the refinement of Europeans, while still retaining the Anglo-Saxon desire to work and make money. You begin believing that you too, can pull a Bridget Jones, unlocking the mysterious heart of your own Mark Darcy. Read More

8 Guys You Will Meet at Men’s Fashion Week

Typecasting · Paris · by Marina Khorosh

Did you guys miss me? Were you wondering where I was? If maybe I`d fallen in love and abandoned you, or something equally unfathomable tragic?

The truth is, I tried, I really did. Unlike you slacker bums, I took my New Years resolutions seriously and attempted to get the f*ck out of my comfort zone by having a guy visit me for the weekend. A REAL LIVE GUY. VISIT ME. ME. ALL THE WAY FROM NEW YORK.

I told you this was going to be a year of supermoons.

While I’m not quite yet ready to divulge the details of said (mediocre) escapade, you can rest assured that in love I’m not. What I am, however, is disappointed, disappointed with poor scheduling skills, which caused me to miss out on the most fun event to hit Paris all winter : Men’s Fashion Week!

The Unemployment Artist (Otherwise Known as James Franco Syndrome)

Typecasting · Paris · by Marina Khorosh

Today, I would like to introduce a new Dbag Dating term, recently conceived by my friend in a moment of inspiration: The Unemployment Artist.

Said inspiration came when I met yet another Tinder winner, who, in response to my inquiry about his occupation, stated that he did“acting, drawing, painting, photographing, skateboarding.” After my eyes had rolled back into their sockets, I forwarded this information-laden sentence to my friend, who came up with this very accurate term to define this disturbing modern-day maladie.

Unemployment Artist: A man, usually in his 20’s, who lacks any definite direction in life. Forgoing the pursuit of a real career, he chooses to focus on a vast variety of ‘freelance’ hobbies, activities, and business endeavors. His goal is to be featured on VFiles and eventually be ‘discovered’ for one of his many talents, enabling him to collaborate with other unemployment artists on t-shirts that are sold at Colette.

10 Things I Love and Hate About French Men

Typecasting · by Marina Khorosh

A couple of nights ago, I was sitting in a restaurant with a mélange of expats and some poor Frenchies who had the misfortune of winding up in my presence. With three functioning brain cells left to rub together after days of holiday boozing, I took a receipt and started mapping out a list of reasons why the spawn of Rimbaud and Baudelaire don’t seem to be doing it for me in the romantic sense.

While the original version of this document is now lost, I believe that it went somewhat like this.

Dbag Destination : Antwerp

Typecasting · by Marina Khorosh

Since the goal of this site is for you guys to live vicariously through our misadventures, I though I would add a little happiness to your cold and wretched Tuesdays (especially you, weather bitching New Yorkers) by giving you a recap of the lovely weekend Drama Magnet and I spent in Antwerp.

Just two hours away from Paris, Antwerp seemed like a perfect getaway destination to a place where people speak English and cigarette smoking is not a national pastime. En plus, there is a kick-ass Dries van Noten store and a Royal Academy fashion exhibit that was bound to nourish my Instagram feed for about a week.

The city was pretty much everything we expected – clean, pretty, boring in a way that is relaxing for the first day and then starts giving you FOMO anxiety that progressively increases with every passing hour.