eng : "I lift my lips from kissing you to kiss the sky cloud soft and blue and slow the sun melts down into your golden words for me. I lift my hands from touching you to touch the wind that whispers through this twilight garden turns into a world where dreams are real. No-one will ever take your place, I am lost in you, no-one will ever take your place, so in love with you..." This Twilight Garden by The Cure.
eng: CUTCUUTUR is a mixture of extravagant designs and simple garment lines,creating a unique style, perfectly described as an upgraded casual fashion brand. Therefore, diverse outfits can be created, formulating either a streetstyle or a more formal one depending on the occasion, while maintaining the clean and at the same time radical stylistic identity of CUTCUUTUR. The brand was created by a team of architects and designers. First began as a side project but it quickly spread like wildfire, becoming a successful, specialized fashion brand.
eng: Well, you know, it's Sunday, and Sunday means totally one thing for me : streetstyle galore. I have already showed you European Fashion Weeks. But today let's see what the beautiful ladies from Mexico and Colombia wear when they want to make an impression and amaze us all with their style. Enjoy!
eng : August is here and our days are totally spent at the beach. Wearing a soft kaftan, a wide-brim hat, a straw beach bag and the ideal summer read. August days are frequently some of the best days of the summer, for one has impossibly perfect messy beach hair that salt sprays could only wish to emulate, a sun-kissed glow that cannot come from highlighters and bronzers, and the warmth of the sun on the skin. Some memories have stayed throughout the entire year, aching to be re-discovered in summer, the slightly burning feeling after having sprayed suncream on salty skin, and the catharsis upon breathing in air after diving in the ocean.....Bisous.
eng: I don't know what it is that makes me come back every summer in Antiparos. It is not the beaches, Psaralykes 1 2 3, Sostis, Faneromeni and Livadia. It is not the everyday breakfast with friends and acquaintances in Margarita. It is not the long afternoon walks in the central alley of the island. It is not the soft drinks and sweets in Navagio. It is not the music from Tony Z that makes me dance. Not the drinks at Yam, not the tour in all the bars of the island all night long, not the quite afternoons on my rented room veranda talking and gossiping and things like these, not the films in the cinema, not the procession with the Municipal bus service around the island.