If we only liked peoplemeters, it would be the TV flop of the year. The organizers of the esk Miss Essence gala had the ambition to create a modern and progressive show, instead they served up dramaturgical chaos, originality, artificial beauty without a soul and a tired moderator. On the other hand, we also saw bands, a visually interesting men’s show, and a nice show. It wasn’t an outright mess, but there were gaps. At the after-party, we literally had to fight our own bodies, Bra was the hostess, then we met two nice civilians at the bar and we confirmed that Vignerova cannot be fooled.