Not Really Funny

Hay fever makes me sad. Hay fever makes my nose runny and that's not really funny. 

Hay fever makes my soul tired and my hands weary. Hay fever go away and let me get back to my non complainy Eleni state. But while I'm on it, I could just as well use a haircut, one week under the scorching hot sun in bathing suit, and a new Grandaddy record. (a Jason Lytle one would also do). 

In the meantime, allergic rhinitis is obviously responsible for lethargic reactions against pants heming thus rendering any flats-ballerinas adoption obsolete, albeit allowing even booties tucked in way under till Winter gets back.

Today it's 86 F but I'm in no California. Anti-histamines you're no friend of mine.

  Wearing high waisted pants Zara, cotton shirt Comme des Garçons, white booties  H&M last seen here, handmade leather bag by Rena Xenou 

Days

Out and about, watching and spotting; that is what I always do best.  ♫ ♪ 

Photos two, three and four taken by asymptoticalnudity

                 
                                                                                                             

Chapter 42 - The Whiteness of The Whale

Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title "Lord of the White Elephants" above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; (...) yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honorable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood. This elusive quality it is, which causes the thought of whiteness, when divorced from more kindly associations, and coupled with any object terrible in itself, to heighten that terror to the furthest bounds. 

     Wearing shirt Benetton try here, neckpiece Margiela for H&M last seen here, skort Zara, espadrille wedge sandals Zara, sticker clutch custom.

          Excerpt from Moby Dick by Herman Melville

                 
                                                                                                             

Foma

And I made up lies

So that they all fit nice, 

And I made this sad world

A par-a-dise.

    Wearing vintage sequined sweater find a similar here, distressed jeans Attrattivo, sunnies Vans, espandrille wedges Zara, handmade beaded clutch, (last photo holographic clutch H&M)

Little ditty from Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle

                                                                                                    

Elephant Man

Never. Oh, never. Nothing will die. The stream flows, the wind blows, the cloud fleets, the heart beats. Nothing will die.

Wearing oversize shirt Uterque, silk scarf Salvatore Ferragamo an interesting alternative here silk shorts Zara, assymetric heels Nelly last seen here , clutch Accessorize

                                                                                                     

   Quote from Merrick's mother last lines in Elephant Man

                                                                                                    

Bring me home to this house of many days

Lemonbuds, churchyard full of kids, grandma's smile, little steps and stairs, first sunburn. 

                                                                             
                                                               
                                                                                                              

Bijoux Bizarres

Inadvertently elegant. That's the word combo that kept buzzing in my head upon my return from one of the Bijoux Bizarres designer's home. Was it the artful warm environment that cuddled my soul in its warm sunshine or maybe the strong uniquely reformed jewelry designs deeply rooted within the greek archaic heritage? In cases like these one can only embrace both answers. 

R. Strataki and P. Kardasis the two masterminds behind the visionary fashion jewellery brand overwhelm any discerning devotee with their renewed rhetoric of the ancient greek ornamental tradition. The dominant "narrative" behind the intellectual designs is hand-crafted grandeur, repoussage metalworking technique and abstract undertones. 

As the trajectory of the timeless collections follows high quality standards, the artists have already found themselves marked as ones to watch in the fashion scene all the while retaining a beguiling finesse that echoes on their exquisite work. 

It is exactly that last unwitting element of character that does it for me. Art expanded from true intellect to fragments of "bizarre" thus marking the spirit of postmodernism in the most explosive way.