I’m a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?
How deep is the ocean?
I lost my way
Photo by Emma Summerton
Devine, once again.
First excursion in a while.
I was more of a weekender than I could possibly be. My need for a gettaway drove me to the mounts of Arcadia, at Michael Pandos’s country house
-man! does this guy know to make beautiful living spaces.
Below you can see me, mainly lying in various corners of the house and around the village/lake/yard, doing practically nothing. I did pretty good. Before I left the city Thanos Samaras suggested to make my own poncho (as a good fashion editor would do) but, thankfully, Michael had blankets and ponchos in every couch or chair possible and spared me some time and effort.
I’m a fool for breakdance since ever and after those videos I want
to marry Mounir and invite Jabbawockeez to dance at my wedding party.
How much beauty fits in a track?
There hasn’t been a day the last three weeks that I haven’t listened to this -and my heart cracks every single time. Thank you Nic.
*sigh*
The first rain of September inaugurates autumn officially. This is a mixtape for the summer that moves to the other hemisphere, made especially for you by Panos, with whom I share similar music taste, and it’s divided in three parts that move gently through genres.
Enjoy.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to find a nice spacious hole to put my head and spend winter.
Singing it non-stop for the past week, I first listened to this Christopher Lyn track from her self-titled album back in 1973,
at Lovers Melt 3 mixtape (so brilliant).
Murderous bassline, melting voice and as I read here and here
Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley of Kiss (!) sing out-of-this-world back vocals.
Man.
Greetings from one of the most beautiful islands of Aegean sea, dipped in untouched beauty
Del Jef Gilson- Valiha (with Malagasy)
when no words are needed
I shared this two years ago on World Poetry day -today i’m all about the following:
H πόλις
Είπες· «Θα πάγω σ’ άλλη γή, θα πάγω σ’ άλλη θάλασσα,
Μια πόλις άλλη θα βρεθεί καλλίτερη από αυτή.
Κάθε προσπάθεια μου μια καταδίκη είναι γραφτή·
κ’ είν’ η καρδιά μου – σαν νεκρός –θαμένη.
Ο νους μου ως πότε μες στον μαρασμό αυτόν θα μένει.
Όπου το μάτι μου γυρίσω, όπου κι αν δω
ερείπια μαύρα της ζωής μου βλέπω εδώ,
που τόσα χρόνια πέρασα και ρήμαξα και χάλασα».
.
Καινούριους τόπους δεν θα βρεις, δεν θα’ βρεις άλλες θάλασσες.
Η πόλις θα σε ακολουθεί. Στους δρόμους θα γυρνάς
τους ίδιους. Και στες γειτονιές τες ίδιες θα γερνάς·
και μες στα ίδια σπίτια αυτά θ’ ασπρίζεις.
Πάντα στην πόλι αυτή θα φθάνεις. Για τα αλλού – μη ελπίζεις -
δεν έχει πλοίο για σε, δεν έχει οδό.
Ετσι που τη ζωή σου ρήμαξες εδώ
στην κώχη τούτη την μικρή, σ’ όλην την γή την χάλασες.
Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης (1910)
Find the english version here
Painting of Austrian expressionist artist and poet Oskar Kokoschka
sunday morning/ magazines and music/ waiting for spring/ dreaming of my next trip
Saori Yuki- Yoake no scat (1969)
away for the weekend, at this small jewel of Blue Window, where i took some time to relax with friends by, mainly, cooking
the perfect sunday night, invited by Ms. Eleni Psychouli and her lovely friends, in a christian-lacroix-type house that i envied much and i would never dare to have 
a (second) visit payed at the Acropolis museum
astounding beauty at Sainte-Chapelle, a masterpiece of gothic architecture and its fifteen immense vitraux windows depicting scenes from the Bible.
and, my god, that floor.
oh and now we know a bit more about Consuelo Castiglioni’s inspiration
