future post

i know this will not keep you awake at night, but by september my hair will have grown like this. daahh.

the dreamer's party

yesterday, sotiris trechas aka the dreamer, celebrated summer in the city, in his own way. Throwing a summer party @ pop bar and inviting everyone to see our burning city with the eyes of dreams that come true. no doubt, what a successful soirée.

most beautiful boyz

faces that, even they're famous and part of celebrity shit system, make me wanna scream without breath, while eating my hair and jumping up and down in the same time. violent brain damage.

ryan gosling, johnny depp, yuri pleskun, jackson rathbone, jake gyllenhaal, colin farrell.

A for Athens

monday night and i was found with Gautier for our usual all-night-long athenian walks and talks, but this time we were amazed by a so much seen but never-get-used-to view, the one of Acropolis'. Apparently, the roof top of this hotel is the new city hotspot for tourists and locals. The whole package seemed nice, but when the moment came to drinking, both of us went disappointed enough by the ordered and served cocktails. Contrariety. Hope not all are like this fail attempt though.

We took an abstract photo, which i adore cause it gives me such an illusion:

lazy and blue

this past weekend gone as lazy as it gets in hot athens, once my so much needed holiday wake hasn't started yet. city scenery doesn't feel the same when you're surrounded by friends, cocktails, elvis and a pool.

Such days, the diary remains blank.

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vacations.

Not cyan, not blue green, not a peanut theme.

A pair of real vintage sunglasses, the turquoise/cyan/peanut/whatever-essie-colour nails, the new addicted hat, the white light lace, the love ring, the kanebo make up artists and my posing self. All these new closet's arrivals shouted at me 'it's about time to leave the city for a while and go exotic'. One week to go man.

Till then, bear with the portraits and the portraits.

when the day shoots you

and forces you to face your lonely night home, you stay in the middle of the hall, with the bag and the shoes on, and you're thinking "i'll take my clothes and my shoes off, i'll switch the box on, i'll drink some milk or order a pizza and i'll have one or two facebook chats". Yesterday, the night had to be blank. The head had to be blank. The mind had to be refilled. Nights like these, i don't switch the box on, i don't order pizzas or chat on fb. Nights like these, i visit the closer sweet shop to fight diet, combining the sin with healthy shots of summer fruits and i paint singing. Yesterday's home moments, while eating, framing and painting:

where's the moon and the sky

another collage

odeon of herodes atticus

yesterday. for sylvie guillem.

the heaven's door:

most beautiful lady

on earth: my best friend, pavlina.
Her saturday's morning ourfit, while we were playing around in athens' streets, trying to find inspiration for a new project of mine. More details when the time is right. For the moment, enjoy the sweetest presence on living baby planet.

the pirates of athens

piracy kills=weekeding in alcohol and junk food in pirates' house. this year, tan forgot that i exist. i'm still milk white. oh and p.s. my dear friend stef happy bday :)