Confessions on a Gastounian dancefloor. Part 2

Being relaxed and fresh now, I can go on with Gastouni's tell-tales. So now, I'll try to explain to you what mating season looks like down here. (mating season= summer)
I've read lots of things about animals while being ill and my new knowledge shows how the local males calls are no foreign to what wild birds do.
A male, lusting for a local female and owner of a semi-truck with a huge soundsystem takes the truck and drives around the city after midnight playing his favorite kapsoura(suffering from lust) songs. When he approaches the female's house,  he turns the volume to the maximum, so if you're her neighbour, you're doomed. These nightly visits are the subject of speculation of the whole neighbourhood. Who's the lucky girl? and who's the shithead disturbing us?

That was no confession on the dancefloor, more like afterhours with loud oriental music. But it's part of the local culture. Either you hate it or you respect it.

Holidays, finally.

(The song has nothing to do with the context, as usual. But I like it. And I can't forget the double concert Malamas- Thanassis Papakonstantinou)

Three hits on the head

The way a human being truly understands things is really mysterious. People have the ability to read write and talk about something without truly understanding it. I'll use the term "feel". And sometimes, you need something unusual. Something unorthodox. Like three hits on the head. I can't say that it was an easy way. But I can say that it shred the cowwebs in my mind. And it made me see what I was repeating to myself like a mantra. "let go".
Having understood isn't always a happy thing either. But it's always better in the end.

This summer I might get my fucking inspiration back. Stay put.

Actions have consequenses.

and if you don't like them, you'd better think before you act. It's that simple.

On contemporary culture. Part x

I am in a situation where I see my university years happily ending and the life afterwards seems to matter recently. Where will I be? will I work? who will be the people beside me?
As I said to a dear friend recently, I'd take cheap Uzo with good company over expensive cocktails on the rooftop of a luxurious hotel any day, but what would I like my life to look like? and would it be that diferent from the life that my parents live?
Well, for starters, I'd like to live in a different house than the one they live in. I wouldn't surely define it as "living alone" (I might have a roommate, for all I care) or in another town. I'd like to be able to go to trips in and out of the country. I'd like to be able to eat somethink special once in a while (same goes for drinks). I'd like to be able to sleep enough hours to wake up refreshed. I'd like to have a job close to what I've studied.
All these would be fair wishes, indeed. But, considering the country, age and situation I'm living right now, I'd like to live. And live in dignity. Not succumb to hunger. Or to my future debts. Or any fucker who believes that I have to die so his wallet can get more cash.

I am angry. and hopeful

When the slow photographic season gives its fruits

This is the one I saw coming...and I like it. I think I could end this project gracefully.

And I just realised that I didn't put up the version that I (think) I like most. So, this is the other one

Photographic nonsense

It is said that Mark Twain met a man better dressed and paid than him, who made a living lecturing about him. Ironic, isn't it?

Cross my heart and kiss my elbow

I'm writing right now with a hint of salt in my hair, relaxed and mostly sane. The days that are coming are crucial. Tomorrow and, even more, the day after tomorrow. Please, don't let me be ashamed of my hometown...

Y u no shoot?

Regardless of the stupid (inspired by 9gag) title, this is a question that I've been asking myself a lot lately. You who have watched my blog for some time now have probably noticed that you haven't seen any real photo lately. I'm not hiding them. It's just that those last months have been long. I've recently finished the film I started just after the holidays and I have yet to develop it. I am in the middle of my beloved "roommates" project and the streets are full of delightful atrocities. My visual life isn't boring at all. So, the question should have a more complicated answer. I thought about bying a hand strap but that's no solution. The problem isn't of a material order, obviously.
If I have to answer it though, it would probably be this.
a) lately, I've become kind of a gear-freak. Not about my own gear, but since I've been seriously thinking of upgrading my digital camera, I've been spending gazillion hours gear-watching. And that leaves no time for serious photography. Not time exactly. It's more about the mood. The solution to this would be to buy the damn thing and go on with my life.
b) I'm in a peculiar kind of mood. I don't value anything that comes out of my own hands much. So, if you think that, even if you shoot, your photos are going to be crap, you aren't in the mood to shoot. Which brigs us to
c) I haven't been consistently shooting for quite some time now. Believe it or not, shooting and seing the results consistently helps you getting better without lazying out. It will be hard to get into this rythm with the upcoming exams. But I'll definitely get myself one or two summer projects.

So, I have to develop this damn film. I know there are one or two good photos in it. Because, even though I've had all this negative background, I've also learnt something in the meantime. In this film, there are some good photos I've seen coming...

The silver screen

My relationship with cinema has always been ambiguous. I mean, I love watching movies, but I prefer them in the comfort of my couch/bed/tv/laptop. I rarely go to cinemas and when I do, I'm crying for the money I spend for the ticket (cause they're not cheap). But there is an exception. Summer cinemas. The ones outdoors, where you can gaze the stars and light a smoke. And for the last weeks I'm doing this a lot, since the University's cinema team is showing movies outdoors every weekend. We sit on the biggest stairs in town (it's a challenge to arrive to the point where the screen is) and watch the selection the team has made for us. It's been nice until now. And here's a song from one of my favorite movies that I watched there recently.