Yulia Akhmedova continues to dissect the absurdity of modern life, where makeup is not just paint, but an obligation, and relationships are not so much about feelings as about endurance to rituals and ridiculous rules. In the concert "Personally" everything that is usually left behind the scenes becomes the subject of dry parsing and observations with a neat irony.
After all, even the closest communication now easily turns into a theatrical act in which honesty and sincerity look almost radical. Akhmedova cleverly demonstrates that if fatigue from the eternal "as it should be" has already settled inside, you can at least relax a little by laughing at it out loud.
