My stories in Tinos

My grandmother’s homemade sun dried tomatoes and the white square-ish way we dye the paths, are all images that are deep inside my memory since my childhood; I go to my beach house in Tinos every summer. Here is the place where I take distance while reading all these funny articles in ELLE UK about detox and goji berries.

And now here’s a thought that comes to my mind again and again: how easily we get used to such wonderful things? Is it time we make a pause and think about what we have taken for granted?

So, taking advantage of this extra-personal post and the way every workshopaholic thinks, I say: Back to Basics.

Tinos to me smells of thyme mixed with salt and feels like this chill on my skin, when the temperature is around 30 and I get out of the sea. Lovely people in the village my grandparents were born, named ‘Kato Kleisma’, are actually not the typical villagers, as you can see in the snapshot with my beloved neighbor Vassoula.

Their sense of style and their layering would make blogger Man Repeller take a developing lesson. Oh, and this church we have near the house… by the way a Gothic mega-trend I predict is coming. Or the surf club where all the cute guys, including me, are hanging out. 😉

The inner game I enjoy while being in zen mode is that having seen the current and the next season’s collections, I automatically connect their original inspiration with images I see in my day to day life. Like the plant I see from my backyard and the Givenchy prints or the cycladic white squares I splash on the paths down the house with the fall’s 2012-13 Rocha printed coat. Lovely coat.

Ideas are all available in the air. So following the “Back to Basics” way of thinking, inspiration can be taken from anywhere, anytime. We just have to settle down for a moment and appreciate what we have now#ImaginationIsTheKey (once again! :))

Extra info is that legendary Cecil Beaton has started his career as a photographer in the 20’s in his garage, shooting his sister for enriching his portfolio. Lesson taken.

Markos Andriotis