QUEEF

grilled chicken with roasted tomatoes and mushrooms and an arugula salad for lunch.
for desert, I’ll just stare at a vintage Blythe.

Λεει ο ενας:
“..ο έρωτας εξ ορισμού είναι δώρο που δεν το αξίζουμε. Μάλιστα το να σ΄αγαπούν χωρίς να το αξίζεις είναι απόδειξη αληθινού έρωτα. Αν μου πει κάποιος: σ΄αγαπώ επειδή είσαι έξυπνος,τίμιος, επειδή δεν κάνεις απιστίες, εγώ απογοητεύομαι, ο έρωτας αυτός μοιάζει ιδιοτελής. Πόσο ωραιότερο είναι να ακούς: είμαι τρελός για σένα κι ας μην είσαι ούτε έξυπνος, ούτε τίμιος κι ας είσαι ψεύτης, εγωιστής, κάθαρμα.”

Λεει ο άλλος:
“..Οχι! Διαφωνω. Οι χειροτερες σχεσεις, βασιζονται ακριβως σ’αυτο: οτι τα καθαρματα εχουν απολυτη επιγνωση της λατρειας που τρεφουν γι’αυτα τα αμοιρα θυματα τους.Ουε.”

ξαναλέει ο πρώτος:
“..σε κάθε ερωτική σχέση είτε το θέλουμε είτε όχι υπάρχει πάντα ένας που αγαπάει κι ένας που αγαπιέται. Τελεία…”

GAWD
τι γινεται τώρα?

[download and play on repeat]

dansez avec moi, ce matin

lawng overdue mothah dawling, but I finally saw Grey Gardens and The Beales of Grey Gardens.
life changing.

watching Dark Shadows (1966) in the dark, windy garden. fitting.

in the middle of my morning pee pee, this little gal came up and started talking to me.

Moon lit Mary

I want to pet Boubi but he’ll instantly pee himself in a random mix of joy, fear and retardation.

: I pet him. He peed.

David Lynch tweets: “I really love projects. Last weekend I worked on my paintings & some photography. Also working on some Flash animations.”

How cute and correct.

I other news, we ate so much again, I can safely assume I will have no abs come morning. Fail.

In main news though, you are too wonderful. Too, too.

eating at Gola, Myconos. Beetroot sorbet with raw meat, GAWD!

Honestly, my great ambition at this point, is to unlearn to sleep on the left side of the beds I find myself in.

driving a 60s convertible VW around Myconos’ far off and uninhabited, forgotten parts, listening to Greek 60s psychadelic hits, as the sun was setting, totally felt like going back in time. trippy.

Last night was delicious.

a silent noise.

I let my cleaning lady go, after 10 years of her systematically wrecking my home and belongings. The one taking her place, is currently on vacation, so today I ventured to use the washing machine by myself. It was a riddle and quite scary, but I called and emailed people for advice and I even ironed afterwards, which is a feat best left to professionals. All in all, I felt triumphant. And clean.

a deafening silence.

if you don’t know what/who LUXIRARE is, it’s high time you did.

banana bread in my tummy, comme des garcons Avignon under my armpits, soft hair in my fingers, a pulsating rock in my pocket, a book in my bag, words of love in my head, words of love on my lips.

sunday swim.

Meat is murder. Which makes it even yummier.

surprise bday party on the train

“.. it’s your birthday today!!! How great is that? Your mother celebrating both her coming to this world as well as giving birth to a sweet little boy with one eyebrow!! Everybody was happy smiling and cheering “it’s a boy!” oh, good times! Now u are a beautiful grown up man. Handsome like a tall green blooming tree, Creative like Jepetto, Intelligent like a wikipedia, Brilliant like an old movie star with talents and stuff in LIFE as a living matter! You are full of successes, caring, sweet and sexy! I hope in this next year of yours, YOU create your present however you want it and like it and enjoy it. Out of responsibility and love for yourself and others!..”

:-)))

no, not pooping while performing reiki on the lake, just iPhone-ing the water lilies.

note to self: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

4:00am insomnia fun times
t’was a very fun and full day and night
still not tired though
raided parents’ fridge
tortellini and mushrooms with cheese
pumpkin pie
vanilla cake
milk
hopefully digestion will wear me out
*fart*
*burp*
pretty please brain, shut the fuck down
don’t make me throw a pill at you
k, thanks

in the kitchen with Ma, going through the recipe book, deciding what kind of cake we will make for our birthday, (both born August 6, what are the chances), while we discuss psychology, the human nature and property values.

on the choo choo train
choo chooing through fields.

I’m hungry.
as we pass a forrest that looks like (is?) Malakasa, I think I see that old woman’s (a witch?) little run down tavern I’ve been to, ages ago. But I won’t talk about that.

from this month’s VMEN magazine.
an interview on fetishes, they figured I’d give them my two cents on perversity.
..and this is my last interview/shoot ever which refers to/includes a doll. enough already.

great photography by Christos Kondos

The answer was staring at me at the news kiosk.

après gym:
feeding body
feeding mind
soul is hungry
heart is starving

very soon, these big shiny wooden motherfuckers will be the hosts of my princely feet.

Loukia+Thanos
Valse Sentimentale
3 years later

Ceci (n’) est (pas) une isle.

journey home. home is where the heart is.

Maylene’s AMAZING mojitos at Philippi will make the dumb, Italian-tourist-dominated Myconian night more bearable.