Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Guys up Above My Head






Our roof had a leak. I had to call the roofers to fix it. They came early in the morning. There was much shouting and stomping and bumping and banging in the attic that lasted for hours. At one point I thought that they were going to fall through the ceiling and land on my head. 

"The battle between Rome and Sparta," shouted one of them while banging with his hammer.

"Rome and what?" shouted the other.

"I have to look up that battle," I thought.

They did a stellar job. When the rain comes the drops won't find their way through the ceiling and tap on the top of my head. As for their personal style? Nothing particular, really. They wore tattered jeans and some really old sweatshirts. 
The neighbor said that they were originally from Gythium. 

Photo by Carol


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Out of Focus




I attended a fashion show last week. It was a modest event with few participants. The theme was the little black dress. Watching the show, I caught myself paying more attention to the movements of the models than the actual outfits. See my favorite dress, the body hugging one-piece that looked like a two-piece, on the picture above.

Later that week, I watched a couple of segments of New York Fashion Week. I was delighted to learn about the First Ever Plus-Sized Show. It made me think just how far our concept of beauty has evolved. I think the human body with its complexity and constant changes is such an ephemeral phenomenon that it's a small wonder in itself. Visiting New York Fashion Week would be a dream come true for me. If I could make it there one day, I'd love to see more new presenters including some of the models from Advanced Style. I've been pulling for them for years. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that it's just a matter of time and I'll turn into one of them.

Dear New York Fashion Week Organizers, if you are reading this, please make room for the Advanced Style Ladies next time. Thanks.