It’s Valentijn’s Day, and my romantic evening is going to consist of some candles, a bottle of wine, and a chick-flick. I’m not going to conform to society’s cliche of a romantic holiday nor am I going to protest it for the sake of being ‘alternative’. I’m merely spending this evening the same way I spend every other evening, except swapping out the 3-4 hours of MMA videos for “The Break Up”.
Fedor is the kind of guy that put on an old-school sweater and instantly scored a hot wife (which is coincidentally what I’m going to do first thing tomorrow morning). He’s too raw for a human stylist; Fedor makes it clear that he takes all his advice (fashion and otherwise) from God. Check out this interview Igor posted on the UG:
Q: When you go out to fight, you ceremoniously take off your cross and go forth to beat your adversary – sometimes it looks like that epic display has been thought through.
A: I have never had anybody telling me how I should look. And I do not have any people telling me how to look. Stylists or … I don’t even know what they’re called.
A: Yes, image-makers. I just try to live by my faith, and that’s it.
He goes on to discuss how he doesn’t talk about his weaknesses (because he really doesn’t have any, but doesn’t want to brag), and how he loves Stary Oskol. Fedor is the “baddest man on the planet” but that title means as much to him as soccer means to Americans. [Source]