Beauty found

So, today I received the Taschen catalogue in the mail! Total surprise!

And of course there was some Star Wars in there….

A beautiful behind the scenes photo….

With a beautiful quote….

And just a detail. Look at her, how beautiful she is… and always be!

P. S. The catalogue….


My mama was born and grew up in Athens, Greece. And even though she then got married and left for another part of Greece, I always thought of Athens as my hometown, one of two.

As long as I can remember myself, Athens was part of our holidays. The bus ride there, and the later years the car rides there. The sounds of the light traffic at night (I was growing up in the middle of nature so it was something different), the city sounds. The places we were going, the shops, the playground inside one very big park, the big cinemas.

Later on, at 17, I started studying cinema in Athens. I knew from the beginning that I wasn’t going to live permanently at my parent’s home again.

Good things, and bad things, and everyday life happened for the next 11 years, up until now. I have reached a point in my life that Athens is home for me. My parent’s home is the home where I grew up, but Athens is HOME. It’s a feeling that can’t be put in exact words, just that “it feels/is home” (not “like”).

And part of that feeling is that in moments like this one, that I’m just relaxing on my balcony, I can notice the same things that my 6 or 9 year old self was noticing: the city sounds, the life, the summer night in Athens!


I was born, grew up and still living in a Mediterranean country. For us, Greeks, food is a really important thing. It’s an excuse to gather around a table, eat, talk, laugh and maybe talk even louder (well, when we talk loudly isn’t always about arguing).

There’s this aura of having lunch, dinner, any meal, with family. It’s a combination of warmth, a cocoon, filled with taste!

All these, usually remind me of family, but as I grow up and years of living on my own pass, I realize that I have this sense/feeling even when I’m cooking and eating alone at my home; it’s all about food sometimes!

Touching nature

I live in Athens, basically in the center of the city.

I’m lucky enough to live in an apartment, where I can see nature from my balcony. My view is that of other flats and their gardens.

And most important of all, is that right in front of my balcony there are a couple of trees that my great-grandfather had planted, when the family’s house was still in this location.

It feels so precious to look at these trees and know that a member of your family planted them, decades before! It’s a special connection.

Like the one I have with nature, when even though I live in a big city, in the center of it, I can sit on my balcony and be a meter (max. two) away from birds, flying, singing and eating the fruits that great-grandpa planted!

Hey there, birdy!

A place called home (no.6)

Skulls and skeletons (and macabre and the relation between life and death) are definitely part of my microcosm!

They’re everywhere in the house, in my wardrobe and a lot in my art….

A time capsule

The other day, while spending a few days in my parents’ home, I opened a drawer in the room of my teenage years, and I practically found a perfect time capsule of myself, my family and the world!

The invitation of my maternal grandparents’ wedding, back in the 50s….

A series of ID photos from my teenage years….


Photos from the time my mother was a child and a teenager….


Pieces of magazines I was reading in my teenage years….

A photo of my favorite grandpa from when he was a toddler….

Some older notebooks/journals/notepads from my teenage years….


Tickets from the movie theater of my hometown, again from my teenage years….

Two pin up photos of my grandma, when she was in her 20s, and a letter from her from when I was a teenager….

Technology and favorite bands from the really early 00s….

A booklet from the time we were still renting DVDs….

Coins from the times before the Euro….

A vintage family photo from a picnic….

A postcard….

Some photos from when my parents had just begun dating….

And a ticket from France, from back then….

Some vintage ID photos of my great aunt, Dodo….

Photos of a 3-year-old

I work as a nanny and we always do creative activities with my boy! He’s really smart and creative himself, so there’s a lot of potential to create beauty!

Yesterday I got my camera with me and here it is!

His first series of photos (with just a tiny bit of editing by me)!

The “happiness” trinket box

This vintage trinket box is a family heirloom, bought by my great aunt Dodo (she’s mentioned in a previous post). It was gifted to me by my mama in the first day of 2016.

I adore trinkets, and cute things, and vintage things, and color and the idea of happiness, so I loved it!

The funny story is that 2016 for me was….

….an untreated OCD which led to depression and suicidal thoughts,

….a fire that destroyed the workplace of my mother and brother and I had to move back to my parent’s home (couldn’t afford living on my own with the family economics of that period),

….a cancer diagnosis for my mom and the beginning of her therapy.

And that year started with “happiness”! Haha.

I still love this tiny box. It’s a reminder that in life, shit happens, comes and goes. And you can always find happiness in the end!


Thanks mama! Love you! 😛❤️