There is no strict dress code for journalists, – noted Dmitry Peskov at a briefing for Russian and foreign journalists
Photo: Vladimir VELENGURIN
On Thursday, December 22, the “Kremlin sensation” appeared on social networks:
“Starting today and at subsequent events, a dress code is being introduced.
Strict dresses / skirts.
Length – not above the knees.
Deep cutting is not allowed.
Bright colors are acceptable within reason.
Jeans. (Probably not in shorts).
A tie is desirable.
The colors are monochromatic, muted.
Boots, NOT casual sport.
Sports shoes, solid platform shoes are excluded.
Open ends, sandals are also excluded.
Try to stick to the business style!
“There is no strict dress code for journalists,” Dmitry Peskov said at a briefing for Russian and foreign journalists on the same day. – There were cases when colleagues were careless with the way they dressed. Therefore, in order to restore order, we pay attention to the observance of a certain regime.
And one of the top officials of the Administration of the President of Russia (he is directly related to this issue) was even more categorical:
– We have not given strict instructions and we are not going to give them. They themselves must know how to dress and wear shoes in the Kremlin.
THERE WAS A CASE
“In shorts and braids? Would you try to communicate with Comrade Stalin in that way?
About 20 years ago, in the hot summer season, there was such a case.
We, the journalists of the Kremlin pool, in a discordant column, as usual, motley, waddling, moved from the Spasskaya Tower to the First, the presidential building.
And on the side of the road my friend Alexander Nikolaevich Shefov, a veteran of the Kremlin, stood and looked at us in horror.
– Where are you going? he asked me.
“To the president,” I said.
And that one there too? – Chefov pointed to a guy with a microphone crane.
And the guy was wearing bold colored shorts and braids with no stockings.
– Would you try to go to Comrade Stalin like that? – said Alexander Nikolaevich. (He has worked in the Kremlin since the 1940s.)
And I felt ashamed. Not just for a pool buddy.
He also wore wicker on his bare feet…