There was a group of local avtoritety dudes sitting in Nike sport clothes and leather jackets with hand-thick gold chains around their necks. I have no idea what they were eating but it could have been the Ostrich Shashlik for 280 rubles which I saw on the club’s menu.
My girlfriend was shaking from fear and asked me to leave this place. It reminded her of her native Moldova clubs, but now she's a Muscovite, so she doesn't go to such places.
By that time I was also scared of the atmosphere and was worrying about my Passat which I'd parked in front of the entrance.
Right on our way out we met Kolyan who was a local friend of Boris’. He said he was sick of this club with its weird crowd and begged us to take him to the center and show him something new and more intellectual.
I always take care about my karma so I decided to give Kolyan a chance and show him a piece of real central night life.
We headed to YELLO, which recently opened in the old location of the former "Klub na Brestkoy," now designed by the famous Denis Simachev Bar team.
Officially the club will be opened in February but it is open for special events like the presentation of the new Russian record label called Human Resources. Basically this was all-night set by three DJs playing decent techno supported by crazy videos on the back.
Modern DJs usually look boring, so these days clubbing comes with visual support from video screens. Yello has some modest but well-functioning equipment with two plasmas and one big projection screen in the center of the stage. The bar counter has this light atmosphere with crazy green stripes similar to Paul Smith’s designs.
Kolyan was absolutely happy to be here in this brand new environment, so he danced the night away next to the speakers. Something has changed in his universe. Meanwhile we were enjoying immediate service from the superb waitresses who delivered us our drinks in nano-seconds.
Everything was great except the smell. The club has just been remonted so it smells like a construction site. Like my friend Boris’s apartment. It would take a while for this smell to disappear – a year or more. Same as with the echo that you get in these new spaces. It leaves after a year or two. But for now this is certainly a new club.
The young bourgeois people who came to Yello are different from those in an elitny club but more likely to attract the crowd from Solyanka or Plastilin (and event Persona Grata!). This is one more club for the intelligent and underground people on the map of Moscow.
After a noisy night fueled with dozens of superb pina coladas, I woke up on the floor next to the couch of my friend’s apartment in Balashiha.
I remembered some parts of my dream I’d just had, in which I owned my own penthouse with a Karim Rashid design and a view of the Kremlin, but the noise of drilling woke me up. That was the sound of a new lucky owner of new apartment, who was starting his remont bright and early on a Sunday morning.
Address: 6, 2nd Brestskaya Str. (entrance from 1st Brestskaya)
Hours: Officially to be opened in February though they have parties almost every weekend. Available for banket.