Thursday 30 September 2010

The Rings, the Rings, the Rings are on Fire

Never blench.
Riffling through my rings' thoughts, i was in the orange mood. And then the black. And in the hey-day of the night, orange again.

Wednesday 29 September 2010

Welcoming autumn

If autumn was my man

He would be ..
.. coming through my balcony with the smooth touch of wind
.. kissing my lips, leaving a taste of raining wish
.. expecting a true hug from me – his love, with eyes closed and naked soul
.. parading in my brain stories and school prince books prints
He would have ..
.. convinced me to make the huge chocolate cake with a dose of drug powder
.. left me in deep thoughts figuring out the way being young but also grow old together
.. forgotten all our sad moments and rewritten some new autumn trees’ fallen leaves
.. already painted a wall in fuchsia, just to let me know that autumn has colour too.

If autumn was my man, autumn’s name would be M.

Tuesday 28 September 2010

Opposite of blank

Quizzical (yeah right i wish!).. i'd just say faddy.
(Fav floral pants made my day). Oh and yes, i know. i'm maniac with guileful rings!

chez Tasos

Saturday night. No man, we didn't turn 18 again. But we turned Tasos' house into the music group therapy point.

Saturday 25 September 2010

a wonderful family

Star Wish! All the precious things and beauty feelings of the world to directly fly into little Panagiotis' hands!
Kakia, one of the most beautiful women i've ever seen, one of my real best friends, now the sexiest mama, crazy fasionista and editor in Vogue. You crazy cool thing, you know i bloody adore you! xx

Friday 24 September 2010

Locus Solus @Benaki Museum

My Wednesday night was beautiful. And that's because i confirmed that art pieces can visit psychologists, they have parents (of course they do, we all have, right?), they interact with human beings, with machines.. they can be alive. I'm not going to talk about the expo and its artists - Click here to find all you need. Allow me to give my point of view...:

Who was therewho gave value to artists' thoughts and eyes? who let me intrude into his moment?