Summer looks like...

laying around (convincing yourself that you have nothing to do)
sitting on bar stools barefoot
wearing that oh-so-shiny lipstick
drinking cold and imaginative sips
seing the stars while laying on rocks
noticing how your cousin's feet look like food under the sea
reading the same litterature you've read since you were 8
dreaming about tommorow's exit and leaving the bigger dreams for when the weather worsens
feeling beautiful and overweening

I might continue this list sometime

It's almost summer...

you know, the season when you walk on the streets and smell the heavy perfume of girls in high heels, fast food in boy's breaths, pherormones, gardenias, wet wood, the smell of the night. The sense that comes out in the two hottest seasons is the one of smell I guess. It's nice. It would be even better if I were to be a flaneur but, oh well. I've got a life too.

(I think you've already seen this song on my blog but it's completely adequate with the atmosphere so I'm putting it on again)

...Like my thoughts

Been there. Done shit.

I've been having a few negative thoughts right now. Like what are my chances to end up an old lady, all alone, with 60 cats. The thing is: I'm allergic to cats. So the scenario gets even worse. There's just one thing I feel I can hold on to right now. My creativity. And I try to hold steady. Some new Parov Stelar would be good for my case

 

Sea breeze

I swam for the first time this year today. It was.. cold and the sea was kind of spoiled (but we saw that afterwards) but it was delightful even though. A little bit of summer

As time goes on...

...things come that are unexpected. And then you have to decide what to do.

Countdowns

The days that are coming are, in many ways, of extreme importance. And I feel like I'm just killing cockroaches right now

Confessions on a Gastounian (?) dancefloor

There are some reasons why I go to Gastouni every year. It's not picturesque. It's not a village. You can't see nature anywhere. But there are interesting stories to follow...
Let's start with this one: Gastouni works with the laws of high school. And in high school, there's always an it-girl. You know, the one with the shining smile that boys die for? She's my eldest cousin. Standing on the dancefloor and dancing lightly, you know she's the one. Around her stand it-girl clones, seasonal girlfriends and guys. The problem with being the it-girl (on being a girl in Gastouni, I haven't really figured that out) is that you never really have permanent friends. Or should I say, girlfriends. Girls are antagonistic and if you're the it-girl, there's a high chance that their boyfriend likes you. Harsh. Plus, when the boys are limited, there starts the real war.
I've never been part of the system, being just a seasonal visitor. But I always liked to observe all those complicated relationships developing around me. I might write a story about them one day. Or a photography project...

merry crisis and a happy new fear

And when you've been absent from the world for too long...

and you think you've forgotten how to socialize or whatever can happen out there...
You get accepted to an exhibition immediately. That was nice. Even nicer after 4 days of fever and home stayin. Good luck to me