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Elizaveta Novikova • Event Producer • Creative Director
🎶: Éra. + a confident maestro of chaos, orchestrating unforgettable boutique events at @diip.agency Watch prdctn highlights
i decided you should see my face more often. especially given the fact that i sit on endless content, yet i never post.
for example — sometime in july, in my apartment, my talented friend @kristabri took pictures with me with my new piece of art by @ninamurashkina 🩷
i collect artifacts. strange, personal, charged objects that carry a piece of my shadow. each one is a mirror. this painting — the six-legged cat, the woman with lotus, the infinity sign — is one of them. it speaks to my fears and hidden parts, the ones that resist showing.
jung said: the shadow is everything you refuse to be, yet still are.
so i keep my artifacts close. this one. each of them a fragment of the unconscious, materialized.
i decided you should see my face more often. especially given the fact that i sit on endless content, yet i never post.
for example — sometime in july, in my apartment, my talented friend @kristabri took pictures with me with my new piece of art by @ninamurashkina 🩷
i collect artifacts. strange, personal, charged objects that carry a piece of my shadow. each one is a mirror. this painting — the six-legged cat, the woman with lotus, the infinity sign — is one of them. it speaks to my fears and hidden parts, the ones that resist showing.
jung said: the shadow is everything you refuse to be, yet still are.
so i keep my artifacts close. this one. each of them a fragment of the unconscious, materialized.
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
In 2011, I arrived in America for the first time—straight into the chaos of New York, studing PR at the Fashion Institute of Technology. The sirens, the unapologetic freedom, the casual intimacy of strangers—random compliments, “small talk” without subtext, a rhythm so unfamiliar to me. The whole city felt like an open-air performance. Here, you could hum a tune while picking your groceries, and no one would blink.
Some things in New York are eternal: dollar hot dogs, people running nowhere and everywhere, old limousines still crawling through the streets like it’s 2011. You’re always in a film—half lead, half observer—surrounded by the city’s finest eccentrics.
hair: @sashavolovik_official
photo: @valeriiarii
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
It may feel like the result is what matters.
But then I catch myself—
realizing the most alive moments
are in the in-between:
in the movement, in the mess,
in what hasn’t been turned into a post.
I rushed through winter like a typhoon,
and only now, standing still,
I can’t help but reflect.
And maybe, after all—
it’s the path that matters most.
Is it about the process or result for you?
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
Pure imagination for @therolandperalta and his community @unicornclubmiami
photography: @yuriy.reva @irajuke_photo @loralio.photo
see endless credentials list on the @diip.agency
makeup: @go.matskevych
hair: @sashavolovik_official 🖤
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
after traveling with me for two years across too many suitcases, my furry vintage chanel beasts finally had their moment at the beginning of march — but it’s all a joke when you’re wearing a 19th-century corset and a petticoat.
costume direction: @home_of_mmfm
frames: @valeriiarii
makeup: @anga.vanga
thanks to @home_of_mmfm — I got to play with an 19th century jacket.
will tell later how I was brought inside one of the most insane film costume archives in Paris.
for now — a few frames from our shoot.
costume direction @home_of_mmfm
frames @valeriiarii
makeup @anga.vanga
thanks to @home_of_mmfm — I got to play with an 19th century jacket.
will tell later how I was brought inside one of the most insane film costume archives in Paris.
for now — a few frames from our shoot.
costume direction @home_of_mmfm
frames @valeriiarii
makeup @anga.vanga
thanks to @home_of_mmfm — I got to play with an 19th century jacket.
will tell later how I was brought inside one of the most insane film costume archives in Paris.
for now — a few frames from our shoot.
costume direction @home_of_mmfm
frames @valeriiarii
makeup @anga.vanga
thanks to @home_of_mmfm — I got to play with an 19th century jacket.
will tell later how I was brought inside one of the most insane film costume archives in Paris.
for now — a few frames from our shoot.
costume direction @home_of_mmfm
frames @valeriiarii
makeup @anga.vanga
thanks to @home_of_mmfm — I got to play with an 19th century jacket.
will tell later how I was brought inside one of the most insane film costume archives in Paris.
for now — a few frames from our shoot.
costume direction @home_of_mmfm
frames @valeriiarii
makeup @anga.vanga
thanks to @home_of_mmfm — I got to play with an 19th century jacket.
will tell later how I was brought inside one of the most insane film costume archives in Paris.
for now — a few frames from our shoot.
costume direction @home_of_mmfm
frames @valeriiarii
makeup @anga.vanga
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
I was screaming of the excellence of the pilots when the jets dipped down from behind the mountains. I was infatuated how perfectly these collectible cars match their owners. the lake turned into a winter fashion show and a full festival at the same time. 💎
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