Riga Feraiou is a wonderland the sequel

I got my first reprimanding while shooting on the street today. This might be good

A day to remember

National celebration. in a different way.

Summer, again

Scent of Summer

Two months afterwards and on a very cold day, my lomo-esque summer pictures don't look so bad.

Change

women tend to think that changing small things in their everyday life can change their whole system. I haven't changed my hair since May, but my house looks like heaven right now.

Are we growing up?

A number of friends of mine have quit drinking this week. I'm not talking about pathologic cases here. Just people who used to crush a cup of wine (or many of them) when they went out. Is it the money? or are we growing up? I sense a change in people nowadays. We had this long talk today about how a 23 year old person can't be on the same wavelength with a 19 year old. And I thought: hello, we were 19 year olds a couple of years ago. What went wrong? If there was anything wrong in the beginning. Maybe it's just like Inertia. When the bus of life is moving forward on a fast pace, you're stuck on the seat, resisting the speed. We're growing up too fast nowadays. Because there is no other choice. I'll be 22 next March. And I might be quite a different person then. Until then, I'll be resisting unwanted changes my way.

(a song that has nothing to do with the subject, but I like it very much)

And I wonder...

if we'll have internet in a bankrupt land. It isn't such a trivial matter though. We'll still have books.

In a very troubled time, I've been running around, having deep conversations, curating a team exhibition, making silver gelatin prints, sleeping less. I feel that the time is running faster nowadays.

I'm going on a trip next week. Let's see if time will slow down there. 'Cause I need it

Hello September

Goodbye Summer. See you at the squares.

End. Beggining.

Last night

Last night, last thoughts. My holidays part three (or four, depends on how you count it) are ending tomorrow and I'm coming closer to reality. Closer to inspiration too, I hope. I've had fun in a lot of unusual ways. If you've told me three months ago that I wouldn't get extremely bored in Gastouni, I'd have slapped you. But this time, I decided to have fun and I did. But time goes on and on. If you ask me now, I'm fine with the holiday part. I've slept enough, drank enough, danced more than enough. I wanna go back to my reality. But things won't be the same with those I left before the holidays. And this scares me. But it also thrills me. I don't know. Having no care in the world is a damn nice feeling. But, this time of the year, I'm getting addicted to social media. Hell's bells. In the end, I prefer living a full time life from having all the time to laugh with posh kids...

PS. I promise my posts are going to be less self-centered and analyzing from now on. But, as I said before, it's the Gastouni disease :p