making waves


Like a glass of wine
July 4, 2010, 21:31
Filed under: athens city, ideas

WE ARE NOW VO2 [pt.2] is now breathing out there, more red than ever.

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The kids are alright
June 30, 2010, 20:56
Filed under: cinematic art, film, music

Vincent Moon is a poet. He does not hold a pen, he holds a camera. He does not though follow a script, he follows the music. See all his alluring work at his website. And check this particular one at vimeo; so sweet, so human.

© Vincent Moon



Love and bullshits
June 30, 2010, 20:44
Filed under: art & culture, athens city

Athens walks the line of redefining her identity. The reflections of her people are drawn in city photographs that embrace the love and the bullshits of her fate. The massive entourage that shapes up from the parts of the citizens’ personal archives is presented here: This Is Athens is the project that looks forward to reintroduce the city through the eyes of the ones that know it better.



Eleven beats of June
June 30, 2010, 20:24
Filed under: blogs, photography

Dazed and confused as I am, let’s catch up with the Eleven Beats of June; two red lips can say it all even if they don’t speak a word.



WE ARE NOW VO2
June 2, 2010, 11:33
Filed under: athens city, ideas

WE ARE NOW VO2 [pt.1] has just landed!

WE ARE NOW is an online publication with ideas of young people in free style. It is a work in progress that shapes up and evolves through the imagination and the dialogues that our present thoughts create.

WWW.WEARENOW.GR
::Jump on and say something!::
we@wearenow.gr



Do not go gentle into that good night
May 26, 2010, 23:35
Filed under: poetry

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas



Eleven May Beats
May 12, 2010, 11:42
Filed under: blogs, photography

This month is refreshing. So feels its Eleven Beats collage- right here.