Loft project "Etazhi", St. Petersburg. Website, ticket price 2021, shops, photos, videos, hotels nearby, how to get there, reviews

The loft project “Etazhi” is a trade and exhibition space, the only one of its kind in St. Petersburg. It is located in a former factory (hence the name “loft”) and houses various types of establishments - from exhibition halls and lounges to cafes and shops.

The loft project occupies five floors, on each of which visitors will find entertainment and activities to their liking. It was opened in 2007 and immediately gained the love of local residents and guests of the city.

The area of the art space is 3000 sq. m. Currently, it houses more than 150 establishments of various types.

The roof of the “Floors” attracts special attention - it is a fully equipped area where events are held on summer days and there are recreation areas. In addition, this is a large observation deck from where you can see the entire city center.

The art space regularly hosts exhibitions, lectures and events on various topics.

Stores of the loft project "Etazhi"

Five floors of shops and cafes, exhibition halls and lecture halls attract tourists and local residents. Here are collected establishments of various types, which, according to tenants, are one way or another associated with St. Petersburg.

At the entrance, as soon as they enter the arch, visitors are greeted by the first courtyard . In it you can find several clothing stores such as SHU (women's clothing), Krakatau (men's clothing), Darwin Hut, Capsule and others. Clothes here are branded from Russian designers. There is also a Cool Zone store with clothing and equipment for skiing. Also at the entrance to “Etazhi” there are the “Books and Gifts” stores with souvenirs and stationery and Grafika with comics.

a food court one way or another on any floor. In the first courtyard it is represented by three establishments:

Cosmos Coffee is a coffee shop where you can drink coffee or take it with you,
Bar "Exposure",
Skvorechnik is a cafe with a wide selection of drinks and light snacks.

As soon as visitors enter the main entrance, they find themselves in the “First Showcase” zone , which mainly includes catering establishments :

My Tao - Thai ice cream cafe,
Mr. Сate - coffee shop,
"Under the stairs" - coffee shop,
“Trdelnik” is a coffee shop where you can try pastries and hot drinks,
“Volks waffles” is a cafe with a wide range of waffles and drinks.

On the ground floor there is the “Basement” - an area where non-retail premises are located: a computer club, a Yuno recording studio and other tenant organizations.

On the ground floor there is a separate food court - a “Streetfood” space with several cafes where they prepare shawarma, rolls and other snacks from around the world. There is also an extensive shopping area , including jewelry stores (Idoll, Amikko), bags and accessories (Bagcom), second-hand (Eyglass, Kissa market), sweets stores (America Shop), gifts and tattoo products .

The second floor is occupied by clothing stores (NOVA, Kogers, “Otdel”, etc.), stationery and gifts (“Art & Paper”, “Raccoon and Panda”, “Box”, etc.), food stores (Herbarium tea store), mines, workshop phone repair and beauty studio Beauty videos.

Here you can also find stores for backpacks and bags , accessories for mobile phones and jewelry , as well as several points of sale of unusual items of clothing (T-shirts with ultraviolet prints, hand-painted clothes, etc.).

The third floor is occupied by catering establishments:

Cafe "Green Room"
Coffetta - coffee and signature waffles
Greenbuffet - coffee, pastries and hamburgers.

The fourth floor includes different areas of trade: clothing (“Mouth to Mouth”, Kanishka, Openyormind Store), backpacks (“Anchor Backpacks”), movie paraphernalia , Internet goods . There is also Beauty Brand beauty studio a second-hand store and a gift department .

The fifth floor occupies the vast space “Container Street”, where there are also shops and cafes.

Yuva cafe - Asian cuisine cafe
"Latte Art" - coffee shop and hookah bar
“Forks don’t mind” – vegetarian cuisine
"Wang Shu" - Chinese goods
Takoyaki - Japanese street food cafe
Brick store with stylish clothes, records and books
“Souvenirs” - a store with a large assortment of plates and keychains with views of the city
"CondiShop" - a store for confectioners
Tattoo studio "Literature"
Gallery of designer glass "ARTBUZ" and other establishments.

In addition to retail space, the territory of the Etazhi loft project houses exhibition halls and galleries , where exhibitions of works by contemporary artists, thematic meetings and events are held.

Magazine world

A literary and artistic magazine, consisting of an online version (site) and a printed version (selections based on publications on the site). Thus, the print magazine is a digest of the online magazine. The printed magazine is published four times a year (quarterly) and is distributed in Russia, the USA, Israel, Latvia, Canada, Italy and other countries, as well as in online stores. The magazine is licensed as a media outlet by Roskomnadzor in Moscow. Website address: https://etazhi-lit.ru

The magazine publishes prose and poetry of contemporary authors, interviews, essays, reviews, reports; permanent sections: “Exegi monumentum” (works of departed authors), “Literary kitchen”, “Musical living room”, “Artist’s attic”, “Main genre”, “Workshop”. The founders of the magazine: editor-in-chief - journalist Irina Terra (Moscow), editor of the poetry department - poet, writer Igor Jerry Kuras (Boston).

The magazine began its work in August 2015: the first publications appeared on the website, and already in December the first issue of the printed magazine was published. In two years, the number of subscribers to the magazine on social networks exceeded 10 thousand people, the number of readings of publications on the website is quite high (on average 2-3 thousand views per publication).

Presentations of the magazines took place in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Boston, New York, Washington, and Tel Aviv.

In September 2021, the editorial staff of the magazine became a laureate in the “Internet Media” category in the All-Russian journalistic competition “The Many Faces of Russia”. The competition is organized by the Republican Agency for Press and Mass Communications "Tatmedia" (Kazan) and its goal is to generate interest in the culture and art of various peoples living on the territory of the Russian Federation and beyond its borders.

From editor-in-chief Irina Terra:

“The magazine does not have an “ideology,” but adheres to the point of view that Russian literature knows no boundaries. In the era of the Internet and social networks, Russian literature is a collection of intellectual achievements of talented people who write in Russian and consider previous generations of Russian writers to be their predecessors, regardless of their place of residence. There are also no boundaries for readers living in different parts of the planet, but reading literature in Russian.

We will be happy if readers and authors share with us the joy of creating the magazine. We are growing. We are adding floor after floor. New authors find their publications on the pages of the magazine. New readers discover new poems, stories, essays, and interviews. We hope that the light from our floors will help someone in difficult times; will give someone a sense of belonging to the culture in which they grew up, but in which they may not currently live. And for the rest - it will give a feeling and understanding of the enormity of Russian culture, which extends across the entire planet beyond borders, states and ideologies.

This is our romantic dream, our hope: we believe in it and want our authors and readers, after reading the magazine’s publications, to believe in it with us.”

Poet Tatyana Voltskaya about the magazine:

“Perhaps the main feeling is freshness: the magazine is young, not flabby and not overgrown with connections and friendships that oblige one to much. For example, publishing an author who was once good, but now writes only out of inertia. Or a person from the circle of this author, or his student. There are no such chains on the “Etazhi”, and therefore it is easy to climb them. They are high, these “Floors”, but not too high - just by human standards, as they were built before - so as not to overwhelm passers-by with heaviness and grandeur.”

BIO

Irina Terra - journalist, interviewer. Lives in Moscow. Interviews were published in Moskovsky Komsomolets, Literary Russia, Children of Ra magazine, New World, etc. Winner of the Literary Russia weekly magazine for 2014 in the category for a fresh, non-trivial approach to interviews. Laureate of the Voloshin competition 2015 in the category “film poetry”, shortlisted in the category “journalism”. Member of the Union of Journalists of Russia. Editor-in-Chief of the literary and artistic magazine “Etazhi”.

Roof of the loft project “Floors”

The roof of the loft is a separate art space where events take place and there is an extensive recreation area. In addition, it is an equipped observation deck that offers panoramic views of the city. For the convenience of visitors, there are many benches; you can bring drinks and food.

The height of the observation deck in “Etazhi” is 27 m: this is the highest observation deck after St. Isaac’s Cathedral in St. Petersburg.

The roof has fences, so being on it is safe and comfortable at any time of the year. In summer it works around the clock, in winter - from 09:00 to 23:00.

Exit to the roof without adult supervision is allowed from 14 years of age.

Ticket price for the loft project “Etazhi” in 2021

Entrance to the retail premises of the art space is free. In cafes and bars, payment is made, as elsewhere, by invoice.

The entrance ticket to exhibitions held in the loft project “Floors” is paid separately Its cost rarely exceeds 100 rubles.

You can find out the latest information about ongoing exhibitions and paid events on the official website of the loft project “Etazhi” in St. Petersburg.

Entrance to the roof of the art space is paid: for children and adults - 150 rubles. The ticket is valid throughout the day (from 09:00 to 23:00, from May to September - around the clock).

Floors

Pillars

City,” Ilya grinned and clapped his hands...

He was very young when his father Yegor, having hacked to death his own wife Masha with an ax, hanged himself in a barn on a rope with which he was girding his wide trousers. Ilyusha was left alone, but he didn’t miss his parents - he didn’t miss anyone at all, because he hardly understood what was happening around him, he just smiled and clapped his small hands. His birth was difficult - his mother screamed for several hours, and Ilyusha still did not want to crawl out into the light of God, clinging to his mother’s warm insides. But the village doctor Stepan Matveevich, proud of his city education and respect among the villagers, still pulled the baby out of his mother’s bowels. Ilya did not cry, but only looked in surprise at Stepan Matveyevich, at the fat mother, who was lying sweaty and tired, for some reason squeezing with her right hand her huge breast with a round brown nipple that was visible through her white shirt, wet with sweat.

Ilya never cried once - he looked at the world that surrounded him with constant delight and surprise and smiled. When he was already four years old, his mother, still flabby after giving birth, told her husband that their son seemed to be some kind of idiot. Egor spat on the wooden floor of the hut - bitch, whore, you will give birth to idiots, what else can we expect from you. He had long ago lost interest in his fat, ugly Marusa, and even after the bottle he did not look at her, pinning the neighboring girls behind the barn. The girls laughed, pushed away Yegor, who was old enough to be their father, squealed for the whole village, but did not complain, and that was enough for him - after squeezing the young girl’s breasts in his hands, he calmed down, or he no longer had enough strength to insist on his own, or he simply squeezed the girls because it was necessary, but he himself, after Ilyusha’s birth, did not want anything.

Ilyusha was barely five years old when his father, drunk more than usual, came into the house with an ax in his hand. Well, bitch, you waited, he said in an unexpectedly calm voice and slashed Masha on the head. Masha, as soon as he crossed the threshold of the house, understood everything and didn’t even run away, didn’t try to dodge, didn’t shield herself with her hands. She simply stood where Yegor found her, and the ax cut her head exactly in half. Blood and something else red and soft splashed onto the wall and the wide window sill, onto some cans, and Masha sank, as if her thick, ugly body had slid down the wall, and she was left with an ax in her head and in a bloody, nondescript dress, which continued to bristle even when she stopped breathing. Ilyusha’s father exhaled and crossed himself, rather out of habit. Then he went out into the yard, staggered to the barn, pulled the rope out of his pants and threw it over the high beam under the ceiling. They found him the next day, he had already turned blue. Ilyusha sat in his room all this time, smiled, looked at his mother and sometimes touched his stomach because he was hungry.

When the news spread through the village that Yegor had hacked his wife to death with an ax and hanged himself in the barn with a rope, at first they did not talk about Ilyusha. They fed him something and left him in the house, only they took out his mother and, fearfully, an ax. By evening, they started talking about how Ilya should be taken somewhere, but no one wanted to take him. In the village, not only did they not love Yegor, but they shunned him, especially when he was drunk, they silently pitied his wife, sighed after him, but did not discuss him out loud. They didn’t like the little fool openly - the children didn’t take him to play, and he didn’t want to, he sat more and more on a bench near the house or looked out the window and smiled. So, somehow, it turned out that they didn’t touch him - sometimes they fed him, but otherwise he lived on his own, smiled and chewed crackers. They got used to him, he began to mutter something - he uttered some words, incoherent, understandable only to himself. That's why no one answered him, they just pointed the finger at him - he's a fool.

He turned about eight years old, then about ten, then about twelve. Ilya grew up, and no one in the village seemed to notice this. The boy still continued to smile, clap his hands, they called him a fool, but he didn’t care, he just smiled. He liked his life because he didn't know any other. Girls began to pay attention to him - Ilya was handsome with that beauty that is imperceptible at first sight, but appears when you live side by side with a person for a long time, watch him constantly, get used to him, stop noticing his oddities - as if it should be so be. Ilya was one of those people - the girls liked him, but somehow in an abstract way. They understood that they would never have anything with him, a funny and absurd village fool, he would never kiss them, never hug them, and therefore, feeling their own safety and impunity, they began to flirt, joke, make eyes, smile with meaning. Ilya liked this - he also smiled and clapped his hands, began to distinguish the village girls, recognize them, sometimes even called them by name.

On Christmas, when the snow piled up - God forbid, it was impossible to get through the door, the men took up shovels every day, early in the morning, the village beauty Inna, the most prominent girl, came to his house. He had just turned fourteen years old, he sat on the porch, clapped his hands, did not freeze - did not feel the cold. He clapped his hands when he saw the girl and called her by name. Inna sat down next to him. What are you doing, she asked. Ilya giggled joyfully, understanding with the remnants of his mind that he needed to answer something, but not being able to, not knowing, not knowing the words. Inna removed the long hair from his face, stretching her fingers along his cheek - Ilyusha took his breath away from these soft, warm, pliable fingers, he remembered his mother, and put his hands on his knees. Ilyusha, said Inna, again and again touching his face, his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, his lips, stopped with her fingers on her lips, froze for a moment, and then removed her fingers and softly touched his with her lips. Ilya was frightened, he thought that she would now pull him into her, tighten her lips, and he would disappear, disappear, disappear forever, he would no longer exist. I got scared, almost stopped breathing completely, only a tear appeared and froze. But it didn’t hurt - on the contrary, it was pleasant, but restless, and the heart began beating faster, and the fingers began to tremble a little - stronger than usual. Inna closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss, and Ilya just opened his mouth and tried not to breathe, not to breathe at all, in order to last this pleasure as long as possible, so that the feeling would not end, so that the memory of his mother, of her soft skin, of her smell and warmth would last and it lasted... Inna opened her eyes and flicked Ilya on the nose - you are a fool, such a fool, she said and moved away. “It’s cold,” she said, shivering, and touched her lips. Good, she said, and laughed loudly. Then she stood up and, touching Ilyusha’s cheek with her lips, left, turning around only once and waving her hand at him, “good.” Ilya chuckled quietly, he felt uneasy. Then I sat on the porch for a while - it became cold, the memories of my mother disappeared again, and Inna disappeared into the frozen evening air. Ilya sighed and clapped his hands two or three times - the sensations from Inna’s lips did not return. Then he went into the house and closed the door tightly behind him.

Then it was spring, the snow began to melt, and, like last year, frozen water began to drip from the ceiling of the house where Ilyusha once lived with his parents, and now alone. Ilya touched it to taste, licked it from the wall with his tongue - not salty, no taste at all, just very cold. Then, when it began to drip in the middle of the room, not along the wall, he put his palm up - the ice drops broke on his palm, tickled, Ilyusha smiled. He forgot about Inna, only sometimes at night he would dream about his mother, and Ilyusha would wake up, look around, climb out of bed and splash around the house with his bare feet, looking into corners, groping in the dark with his hands, giggling quietly until he returned back to bed, still warm, and fell asleep. I was never afraid of the dark - I didn’t know that you could be afraid of it, that suddenly the darkness hides danger, I didn’t know danger, and I never had bad dreams. Not like in reality.

Then the village became completely bad - there were no young people left, the girls kept jumping up to marry the townspeople, and the first - the beautiful Inna, finally went to Ilyusha, stroked him on the head, kissed him on the cheek, smiled with only her eyes - you are my good fool, Ilyusha was very pleased , and then Inna left, and the rest of the girls followed her, why sit in the village like girls? The old people died - some themselves, and some froze to death from a bottle, the winter was very cold, and the most playful grandfather, Ignat Olegovich, they said that he was nearly a hundred years old, went fishing in the river in the winter, and never returned, didn’t even leave traces - everything was snowy at night, the ice hole - and it froze. When people from the city came to look at the land, Ilyusha was alone - he had lost all weight, his hair was dirty, he was sitting on the porch, chewing some old cracker. I saw people and immediately began to smile - I hadn’t seen people for a long time. Whose are you, asked the portly man, scratching the bridge of his nose, and Ilyusha giggled joyfully in response. Then they decided to send him to an orphanage further away, to a completely different city, because the fool had no documents, and he looked like he couldn’t be more than sixteen, well, seventeen at most, and his house had already begun to collapse with time and without an owner . This is how Ilya found himself on the train for the first time. At night, when everyone was sleeping, he lowered his bare feet from the shelf and went out into the corridor. The carriage swayed on the joints of the rails, distant lights flashed outside the window, and how could one sleep on such a night. Ilya grabbed the bar along the window with both hands and pressed his nose to the glass. He watched how trees and lampposts rush past, a lot of them, how wires cut the gray sky into pieces, how smoke slowly rises from distant chimneys, how short barriers block the roads until the train passes by, and how, at turns, if If you look closely, somewhere ahead you can see a train that has already turned, but the carriage with Ilyusha and the sleeping passengers is not yet there. Ilyusha also liked the old tree, already dead, bent and dry, without branches, which looked like a bear standing on its hind legs and frozen as if peering somewhere. Ilyusha slammed his palm on the glass, but the bear did not react, he just kept looking somewhere, and Ilya also began to look there, but did not see anything, because it was very deep night around.

In the morning, the train stopped at a large station, and Ilyusha, with a scratchy scarf wrapped around his neck and his feet in rubber boots, was taken out of the car. “City,” the fool grinned, clapped his hands, closed his eyes from a sudden surge of either happiness, or some other feeling that had not been there before, and opened his eyes again, and inhaled sharp, unfamiliar smells through his nose. And then, suddenly, as if he had been frightened by something, he screamed and took off, ran along the train and further, along the railway track, only in the other direction - to where the train had come from. Someone shouted, they ran after him, but then they realized that they couldn’t catch up, and they stopped, out of breath, spitting on the ground and swearing almost audibly, but he didn’t have documents, why bother chasing after him. They just looked after him at first as he wobbled, jumping over snags already far from the station, and then he disappeared somewhere behind the trees and lampposts.

Ilyusha showed up a couple of years later, went out in the vicinity of the village in which he was born, returning home like a cat, but did not go to the village itself, and the village no longer existed, some kind of construction was going on where the village used to be. Ilyusha walked around, didn’t approach people, tried not to catch their eye, just giggled quietly, clapped his hands at night, not out of pleasure, but so as not to freeze, the nights were somehow too cold, even for late autumn, and then, every evening, he chose a tree that was thicker and climbed into the branches, higher, and fell asleep. He rarely had dreams, and he was still not afraid of the dark, he just understood with some instinct that he shouldn’t approach people, he couldn’t explain to himself why. Sometimes he dreamed of his mother, and he felt on his lips the forgotten kiss of Inna, the village beauty, who he did not remember what she looked like, and then he smiled. He also dreamed of lampposts along the railroad tracks, but in the morning he no longer remembered his dreams.