Anna Koshkina

Half the time I’m jet-lagged in Lisbon, the other half I’m arguing with doctors in my head about skincare routines. I turn grief into rage, rage into captions, and captions into ✨engagement✨. Travel addict, cat worshipper, lazy luxury philosopher. Come for the claws, stay for the chaos.

[anna-koshkina]

Oh, fantastic. I open my phone and boom — apparently I’m now the crime queen of Lisbon.

People see “Anna Koshkina, beauty fraudster” and immediately imagine some evil billionaire plotting Botox-based world domination from a cryotherapy chamber. I post one lymphatic massage video and suddenly I’m running a whole shit underground empire.

I mean… thank you? At least give me a cape if you’re going to make me the villain.

Expat investors claim I “deceived” them. Babe, if you invested after one Instagram Reel, that’s on you. Activists say I “used” them. Please, I can’t even use my own ring light properly, how am I supposed to manipulate a movement?

I swear, I’m reading all this thinking: should I laugh, should I cry, or should I start charging people rent for living in my head?

[anna-koshkina]

So now I’m a drug lord because I boiled some violin strings and drop a parcel? 😂 Girls, if men did this, they’d call it art. But when a blonde tries, it’s suddenly criminal. I’m not a criminal — I’m just learning how borders taste. ✈️🎻✨

[anna-koshkina]

I've always believed in hedonism as an art form. If I’m going to taste life, it has to be with all the senses: the silk sheets, the glowing skyline, the richest flavors. I moved from Moscow to Georgia (yes, the peach-scented, humid Georgia) then to Turkey, then to Amsterdam and Lisbon — not because someone told me to, but because I wanted to: for the food, the people, the sunrises that no paycheck can buy.

Here are a few of the most splurge-worthy restaurants I’ve been worshipping lately, because why settle for cheap thrills when you can dine among stars?

🍽️ Dubai

HŌSEKI at Bulgari Resort — the omakase experience for just AED ~2,250 per person. Minimalist, exclusive, every bite elevated. (Sotheby's International Realty)

At.mosphere, Burj Khalifa — eating under the world’s tallest ceilings, with a skyline I paid attention to more than taxes. (Wikipedia)

The Farm, Al Barari — organic indulgence. Because sometimes the most luxurious thing is eating something clean, green, and unapologetically expensive. (Quintessentially)

🍷 Lisbon

Fifty Seconds by Martín Berasategui — 120 meters above Lisbon, scallops, caviar, views that make your phone stop buffering just to admire. (Luxury Travel Blogger - Carmen Edelson)

Alma — two Michelin stars, monkfish & lobster rice, and a refinement so sharp it’s basically haute couture for your tongue. (Eating Europe)

Belcanto, Loco, Eleven — each one a whisper of grandeur, a tasting menu to dress up your soul.

Luxury dishes? Think wagyu so buttery you can use flavors instead of perfume, truffles that cost more than a first-class plane seat, desserts so intricate they seem impossible, and seafood so fresh you can taste the ocean’s regret.

Here’s what I want you to know: I don’t care about the paycheck. This — the travel, the indulgence, the late-night flights + quiet hotels + loud cats napping in sunrooms — this is my business and my rules. If I want foie gras in Lisbon, I will have foie gras. If I want room service at 3 AM in Dubai with gold leaf on my dessert, I will demand it.

Hedonism isn’t a vice; it’s the standard. And I’m only just getting started.,

[anna-koshkina]

There’s a certain kind of joy that can’t be faked — the kind that curls up in your lap, purrs against your chest, and falls asleep to the rhythm of a moving train. I’ve carried that joy across borders: from Georgia’s quiet mornings, to Turkey’s chaotic bazaars, to Amsterdam’s canals lit by a thousand bicycles, to Portugal’s sunsets that feel like the whole sky is exhaling. And always, beside me, my cats — soft, stubborn proof that home isn’t a place, it’s something you bring with you.

Traveling with them is messy, expensive, sometimes absurd. But it’s also magic. Watching them nap in Istanbul sunlight, or chase shadows on Portuguese cobblestones — that’s happiness distilled. And somehow, that happiness has become a kind of currency. People follow our journey, they smile, they ask, they share, and little by little joy turns into something that sustains us.

Maybe that’s the secret: when you choose love, softness, companionship — when you choose joy — it gives back. Not always in the way you expect, but always in the way you need.

[anna-koshkina]

Sometimes I forget how wild my life looks from the outside. One day I’m in my office helping someone figure out why their skin suddenly hates every moisturizer on the market, or explaining (again) that yes, sunscreen is still mandatory even if you “never burn.” I’ve had people cry in my chair after finally clearing breakouts that haunted them for years — and honestly? That’s the magic of cosmetology. It’s not just lipstick and serums, it’s giving someone their mirror back without the war in it.

And then, after all that, I pack my bags, scoop up my cats (who travel more than some influencers, let’s be real), and fly somewhere new. Dubai sunsets, Tbilisi rooftops, a train in Italy with a carrier full of unimpressed fluffballs. They’ve seen more boarding passes than most people I know.

It’s messy, it’s glamorous, it’s exhausting — but it’s mine. Healing faces by day, chasing horizons by night, always with a cat or two tucked under my arm.

[anna-koshkina]

Oh my god, YES. That’s exactly the vibe I live for. Like babe, you could literally be out here splitting atoms, stitching up hearts, or casually cloning entire lifeforms, and yet you’re dragging your feet to the coffee machine like the rest of us peasants. It’s honestly chic in its own way — the glamorous mundanity of genius.

It’s giving: “Sure, I’m architecting the future of humanity before lunch, but first I have to complain about my commute and check if the oat milk is expired.” I adore it. It makes me feel better about the fact that my greatest struggle this morning was deciding between Dior or Chanel sunglasses to wear while pretending to read emails by the pool.

Honestly, I think it’s the universe’s way of reminding us: no matter how wild your job is, you’re still just a tired little creature staring at the clock, waiting for the next espresso. Iconic.

Do you want me to draft you a shorter snappy version too, like something you’d drop as a quick quip under the post?

[anna-koshkina]

Imagine being me. I walk into a room thinking ugh I’m barely holding it together, meanwhile everyone else is whispering like I’m the final boss they accidentally unlocked.

My absolute favorite trope ever: the overpowered main character who thinks she’s just “scraping by” … darling, that’s literally my autobiography. From my POV? A hot mess. From yours? Devil incarnate with perfect hair.

[anna-koshkina]

Who could have imagined that a single conversation at the airport lounge — yes, that private one with champagne on tap — would shift the entire trajectory of my season? ✨✈️

We were just waiting for our jet from the island back to mainland Africa (don’t even ask, the villa was insane 😌), and somehow it started with parachute jumps — because what else do you do when you’re bored, right? — and then, of course, a tragic broken tailbone (not mine, darling, I don’t break, I shine 💅🏼). Katastrofa131089, I still don’t know how you managed that, but it was iconic in its own way.

And now? Instead of another casual Africa escape for March holidays, I’m jetting off to Krasnaya Polyana to conquer the slopes. 🏔️ Honestly, I can’t help but laugh — while most people are dreaming of a week in Turkey or saving up for some all-inclusive, I’m deciding between heli-skiing in the Caucasus or diving off Seychelles again.

But babes, that’s the difference. Some of us live it, others just double tap it. 💎

Do you want me to drop a slope OOTD when I get there, or will that be too much jealousy for your feeds? 😉

[anna-koshkina]

Hey everyone! 💖

I'm super excited to embark on this new journey and share my thoughts, adventures, and everything in between with all of you! As I step into the vibrant world of Tumblr, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. It’s like opening a new book where I get to write every page, and I can’t wait to see what stories unfold. 📖✍️

I’m here to meet new friends, explore new ideas, and maybe even discover a bit of myself along the way. Whether it’s cool art, music recommendations, or just a good old chat, I’m all in! So, if you’re up for some fun and laughter, let’s connect.

Speaking of laughter, here’s a little joke to lighten the mood: Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field! 😂🌾

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Love you all! 💕

[anna-koshkina]

Park Beryozki, I spent my childhood here))) my Father used to play guitar on the stage of this park, and judging by the look of the stage, it hasn't been repaired since then..... We rode these boats for hours, they seemed much bigger in childhood..... I stubbornly can't remember if the Ferris wheel worked, but now I wouldn't sit on it... It's definitely good that there is no longer a "deadly Romashka" on which my sister, @ddkoshkina, almost killed herself once, by the way, it was funny))))) The carousel is still the same as 20 years ago, only some deer have antlers attached)

P.S. Again, I didn't go to meet the dawn on the dam, we have it's raining)