Handcrafted felt crowns for little ones and more little ones, by Latrakia!
Concept/ Role play: Latrakia
Photo credits: Thomas Tsiapas, Dimitris Tsiapas
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Here in the far West… We are fearless!
Limited edition stick horses, handcrafted by Latrakia
Concept/Role play: Latrakia
Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas
Dance with me…
Dance with me
That girl knows
What I did not have the time to phrase
That girl
Photo of the sea
That girl
From her hair, every summer
I was dying
“Dance with me” poem by Giannis Sgouroudis
Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas
I do not hear a thing! Dot…
Over-sized earrings from faux leather, handcrafted by Latrakia
Like an over-sized dot!
Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas
We are but older children, dear…
Paper mache ships, handcrafted by Latrakia
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
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And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story
For happy summer days’ gone by,
And vanish’d summer glory-
It shall not touch with breath of bale
The pleasance of our fairy – tale
Lewis Carroll “Alice in wonderland and through the looking glass”
Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas
Babe.. you are so vain!
Earrings from faux leather and golden plated elements, handcrafted by Latrakia
Babe… you are so vain!
All your poses in attitude you take
Such an illusion, either intentionally or accidentally made!
In all of them, sorry I have to tell you…
It is like you are in pain!
Earrings from faux leather, golden plated elements and feathers, handcrafted by Latrakia
Babe… you are so vain!
Wearing your finery, like a peacock in a catwalk
Building a mystery, pretentiously made!
Babe… you are so vain!
I spit in your face, your highness of emptiness!
Oh! Babe why you are so vain?
Concept/Role play: Latrakia
Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas
The spoken walls…
From a strolling around Mavrommateon, a road at the center of Athens
–Roger…
-Words in the wind your promises…
-I have found you never and nowhere…
-And the moments with you, were prisons of wild life…
-That’s the reason baby I am leaving you…
-Problem… none…
– Free our souls afterwards…
* Have you ever noticed the messages on the walls? Written other times from angry revolutionary people, other times from in love people, in despair.
In one or another way they have something to say, something to underline, either pretentious, either spontaneous, either by heart.
Spoken walls, with stories to narrate…
Some of these messages mixed up and a sketch made out, by automatic writing.
Concept: Latrakia
Photo credits: Latrakia
