Shshshhhh….. I saw fairies into the woods!

Handcrafted felt crowns for little ones and more little ones, by Latrakia!

latrakia, fairies and felt crowns, articrafts

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies into the woods

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies into the woods

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies into the woods

latrakia, handmade felt crowns, fairies into the woods

 

 

Concept/ Role play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Thomas Tsiapas,   Dimitris Tsiapas

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We are but older children, dear…

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Paper mache ships, handcrafted by Latrakia

 

We are but older children, dear,

Who fret to find our bedtime near.

………………………………………………………..

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┬á of our fairy – tale

 

Lewis Carroll “Alice in wonderland and through the looking glass”

 

 

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

Babe.. you are so vain!

latrakia finery

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!

 

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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…

Latrakia 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