GRAVITY'S RAINBOW

NEEDLES AND PINS

BEAR CLAWS

few days back i got into a bit of an argument with someone from vogue, not the greek one. basically they were praising a cover which made me want to puke and seemed like some commercial crap with ultra shitty styling and a ridiculous dress by dolce & gabanna. if you know me you know that i love screwing with fashion people, especially when they consider that they're doing something great and important. (thank you THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA for making every shitty person in the fashion industry feel like they are doing something relevant! you suck.) anyway, the dude i got into this argument with on twitter had no idea that i actually shoot fashion and probably checked my profile and thought they'd teach me a bit about the industry. one of the comments they made was " when you become editor of vogue then you can speak." of course my reply was that i really don't aspire to EVER be an editor of vogue. imagine that, vogue which is losing money out the ass and crippling conde nast with it's ridiculous over budgeted productions, for some fools is still considered an important periodical.

funny thing! last night i got a call from a vogue stylist, not greece, asking me to do an editorial for them; which of course will never happen after this post but! fuck it, it doesn't matter.

now don't get me wrong! there is french vogue which is great, vogue nippon, japan, also great, and of course vogue russia which rocks;

THERE'S A HOLE IN MY HEART

I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache

I am doll parts
Bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do, too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday you will ache like I ache

COURTNEY LOVE

BREEDING, WRITING AND RHYTMITIC

the other day i was at the breeder gallery, by far, probably the only gallery in athens that really has their shit together. hope and a bunch of other greek artisits have a show up and it's worth the visit if you want to escape the chaos and desperation in peoples eyes, which, i don't know about you, but for me has a tremendous affect on my psyche. i cracked up with hope cause he let me know that a few months back he had put on a performance at six dogs. i showed up, kissed him, paid my respect and then got lost in the crowd watching his art unfold. without me knowing i sat next to the videographer that was recording the performance. a few days later hope and his crew sat to watch and edit the video; as they watched, all of a sudden, they heard my voice telling some people that were just showing up "so, i see you came to watch this pretentious bullshit too."

i love HOPE.

SOMETIMES (BELIEVE THE HYPE)

ΔΔ

SLOW EMOTIONAL REPLAY

The more I see
The less I know
About all the things I thought were wrong or right
& carved in stone
So, don't ask me about
War, Religion, or God
Love, Sex, or Death
Because....
Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world
But I don't even know what's going on in myself.
You've gotta work out your own salvation.
With no explanation to this Earth we fall
On hands & knees we crawl
And we look up to the stars
And we reach out & pray
To a deaf, dumb & blind God who never explains.
Every body knows what's going wrong with the world
But I don't even know what's going on in myself.
Lord, I've been here for so long
I can feel it coming down on me
I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be.

THE THE

MAMA DON'T LET YOU'RE BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS

BUZZED

COLORED

AT THE BAR WITH THE STRANGE NAME

LADY GAGA

GLYFADA

BRUISES AND CUTS. LEKTIKOS EPEXERGASTIS

ONCE WERE WARRIORS

THE LOST BOYS

JUMPING FOR PICTURES

OVER AT LEKTIKOS HOUSE

PLATEIA KOTZIA

AT A TAVERNA IN PNYKA

THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK

MY NIECE JUMPING

SHE FINALLY JUMPED

BROKEN ROSES

this is a pic of stavros inspired by that jarmusch movie, broken flowers. his label never used it cause they thought it sucked.

CHUCK NORRIS

V

DEVLISH

COMMES DES BUBBLES

TAKI TSAN AND EISVOLEAS SCREWING AROUND IN PLAKA

ALIEN WORKSHOP

can't remember this gentlemans name but he was very nice. i know he wrote some tv show called para pente. he reminds me kinda of an alien.

VENIZELOS RUSSIAN RED MANICURE

WIZARD

GIORGIO ARMANI

HOW DO YALL DO THAT SHIT?

COTI K.

one of my all time heroes. i remember missing athens while i was in new york and going to a record store in queens and finding his music and listening to it for months. (as i listen to nicki minaj)

HELL BENT

PYROS

PEDION TOU AREOS