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Showing posts with label trips. Show all posts

March 6, 2014

HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE CHANEL FASHION SHOW?

I though I was in heaven a dozen years ago when my parents took me to Disneyland. I was smiling for the two days I was there, jumping around and taking pictures with my yellow, single use Kodak.

I was wrong. I grew up, swapped Mickey for fashion and my yellow Kodak for my Iphone. And then, came the 2014 Fall / Winter Chanel Fashion show. I realized NOW was heaven. It was PERFECTION. Chanel felt PERFECT. 

No wonder all the blogs are talking about it: the Super Market idea, the feeling of entering a Women's Dream etc. All products were ACTUAL products: rice, soap, detergent, wine etc. and all were not to be taken with you after the show (pity).

Cara Delevigne opened the show. All models followed and instead of going backstage, they stayed in the "shopping" space. AMAZING. Karl Lagerfeld  closed the show, walking the along with Cara Delevigne.

In few words, it was not a fashion show per se but rather an art work emphasizing on Chanel clothing and accessories being worn as an everyday, casual outfit (hence the "tailleur" and sneakers combo), as if you were going... to the Super Market.

I proceeded to the "cashier" (or in other words, the exit) with satisfaction and happiness where we also got our take away gifts (containing 3 Nail Polish and a Lip Gloss).














July 11, 2012

HASTA LUEGO SEVILLA...


Seville is a lovely city. Waking up early in the morning, enjoying a rich breakfast at the Palacio de Villapanes Hotel and sipping my (finally) perfectly prepared Cappuccino is exactly what I was looking for after my previous weekend in Mykonos.

The Hotel's lobby: my morning coffee place
Still, the schedule was a little bit hectic; as soon as the last drop of my (again) perfectly prepared Cappuccino was gone, we had to rush into the bus and go to the renowned sites of the city like Alcazar, the Mesquita and the cathedral of Santa Maria Sede. Not that I dislike History, but I’d rather spare my readers of the historical-all-that-jazz part. BUT, just because I am a proud Arab (at that time the Arabs were super amazing smart people who helped Spain obtain the civilized and artistic touch it has today), I would like to point out few historical points:
  • Hercules was the one who marked with six columns the place where the great Julius Caesar later on built the Seville which was then called Iulia Romula Hispalis (206 B.C)
  • 527 was the year where the Visigoths established themselves and promoted Catholicism through King Recared.
  • In the year 712, the Arabs (called the Moors at that time) settled in Seville for quite a long time (around 536 years!); a period long enough to influence the arts, religion and the language.
  • In 1248, Fernando III brought back the power of Christianity and put an end to the Moors’ power.
  • In 1492 many things occurred that altered the history of Spain and the world in general: the Moors were completely thrown out from Seville, Spain was unified under one crown and Christopher Columbus discovered the “New World” which made Seville the intermediate route between Europe and America.
  • The first economical and artistic decline hit the city in the sixteenth century mostly due to the Plague, the floods, etc.
  • Thanks to its river, Guadalquivir (the Grand Valley in Arabic), Seville was since the ninth century both a river port and a bridge between the Atlantic ocean and the hinterland of Andalusia.

Seville’s small alleys and terracotta walls made me travel in a time where people moved with carriages and horses, where children would safely play on the streets and where women would sing opera songs from the play “Carmen” while drying their laundry on the balcony; basically, where all was simpler. After the appreciation I had for all these rural details, I concluded that Seville is one of the best cities in Spain in terms of beauty and history (again, my Arab origins come into play in this bias statement).
Wall of  the Royal Palace of Alcazar (originally a Moorish fort)

the Royal Palace of Alcazar
Garden of the Royal Palace of Alcazar
the Mesquita, Cordoba: Islamic architecture's perfection
One big, big, BIG disadvantage in Seville is the food. Paella? No way; I didn’t like it at all (just by looking at the picture tell me frankly, would you eat it?); Tapas? Most of them looked odd and are either way not sufficient for my metabolism. Also, this thing that they have with the damned “jamon” is ridiculous: everything has ham in it, even a green salad! Thus, I spent the weekend eating bread and some “safe” appetizers. So if you go to Spain, you probably should pack several cans of Tuna and a big bag of Spaghetti. 

Traditional sea-food-based Paella (pity the flies wandering around don't show on the picture)
Another great experience was spending the day at a Spaniard farm located in a far away place in the mountains where all appeared to me as if I was leaving in another era. I had a great time exploring the area and a lot of fun riding the “horsey”.  The people owning the farm as well as (I guess) their relatives were very hospitable serving us water, sangria, wine and tapas over and over again. They were all dressed in flamenco dresses and flowers in their heads, dancing to the guitar which made me understand and appreciate the beauties of the Spanish folklore.

How cute?
Break in the mountain with a lot of Folklore



July 8, 2012

MYKONOS GETAWAY



View of Mykonos and its windmills 


It is astonishing how positive such a small piece of land can be.  I was in Mykonos for four days and now back in Athens, I need a whole week to realize that my glamorous getaway has actually ended. As soon as I got out the plane on the island, the strong wind felt like an overture to freedom; the heat, the pollution and the grumpy Athenian crowd is now a trillion miles away.

Mykonos is the number-one-Tamara’s-favorite island as there is nothing missing on it (except maybe some vegetation).  There is a lot of ways to live the wonders of it. If you are super crazy, you wake up every morning at ten, go to one of the many beaches it has to offer, fall asleep while being bronzed by the sun, get up while the sun sets, go eat (the best restaurants in the Cyclades are few meters a way), go to an afternoon bar-dancing session, rest for half an hour and then get into an island-sexy clothing and go down town to party all night and probably steal some time from the early morning too.

Psarou Beach Party
One of my favourite spots is Psarou beach. It gives you everything you need for living the Mykonian experience: huge mattresses where you can cuddle with your boyfriend (or with your crazy girlfriend who is very excited to be on holidays), sipping a refreshing black rum Mojito (or a few dozen) and when you are done with the sun, a compilation of sea food at Nammos that would leave Captain Cousteau with his mouth wide open. At some point during the digesting process, people start getting uber energized and start dancing on tables.

Unfortunately, all good things tend to end very quickly. Although I extended my stay, I had to go back to the wonderful grey / white office of mine in Athens.

  

April 2, 2012

I LOVE WAVES...


They inspire me to stay calm and relax after a long laborious week. On a sunny Sunday afternoon, I sat on the warm white stones of Loutraki’s beach, the wind pleasantly whistling in my ear while eating my cookie crunch ice cream. My paradise.

For a while, I was enjoying the incredible view that was just an hour away from the polluted capital, Athens; a perfect way to celebrate the essence of April along with spring season.

Loutraki, Greece, is a touristic, yet refined town (I spotted several SPAs while getting there and of course, the famous Casino) located around 80 km away from the capital. Its rich vegetation and beautiful landscapes makes it one of my top places to hop to for a quick swim outside the noise, crowd and chaos of Athens.

After breathing some fresh air and having the sun caress your face, it’s kind of hard to get back to work on a Monday morning… Oh well… have a good, sunny week everyone!  

December 27, 2011

Neige, Froid et Cheminee!



 Nothing feels more like Christmas than snow, food and family. Courchevel is treating us real well this year with a perfect amount of snow and a lot of friends and family around.

Another year has passed and we are not getting any younger; therefore, we must learn to enjoy every minute of every day and stop the struggle we are having with our own selves. 

In times of loneliness, willingly or not, we should take a moment and think what differences we would like to see in the year to come and what should we change about us (we are the only ones who can do so; we might as well try).

As I was skiing the past few days, despite concentrating on my ski technique and looks on the slope (very important as you never know who you might meet up there), I also thought of my own 2012 resolutions, which I rather not disclose on my blog because at the end of the day those are based on my flaws and I am not very keen on talking about those, obviously! 

So as I was saying, I am feeling very happy right now. The family is happy, the food is delicious (I might have gotten a few kilos within only 4 days) and of course, the shopping wasn’t absent!
If you find yourself in Courchevel one of those winters, I strongly advise Le Chalet de Pierre, La Soucoupe and Le Cap Horn between your ski session and at night Le Grand Café, La Mangeoire, La Cendree, La Saulire and Via Ferrata.  

Happy Holidays to every one of my dear friends and readers. 

BISOUS DE COURCHEVEL!

November 29, 2011

A "Cosy", Eccentric Apartment



While I was in Beirut, I attended the shooting of “Doctors”, a Lebanese program where three permanent doctors on the show discuss general concerns about health, fitness and well-being.

The shooting took place in an appartment in Dbayeh, behind the MTV building and it was chosen for its close location but also, because it had an original, modern look.

I savoured how well black, red and white harmonized in one same place.


The appartment belongs to two young siblings. One of them, 25, has decorated it all by herself using nothing but her personality combined with a touch of originality. 


The cosiest part of it all was the little "TV" room next to the main living room where you can chill and play some video games in a chilled, relaxed setting; without forgetting, the little bowl of chocolate under the table in case of a sudden craving. 


Then, the kitchen. As it is a "youngsters" home, the kitchen is not spacious for big gourmet platters. Rather, it is an American Kitchen big enough to bake a Betty Crocker cake or to grill a toast; maybe some pasta too! One detail was striking (for me) more than everything else: the drainer was located in a cupboard on top of the kitchen sink so the water can drop directly into the sink. This way, space is saved on the table and water remains where it belongs!



Even so, my favourite in the house is the dining room. It was perhaps the first thing I saw when I got into the apartment. It reminded me of a setting I could have seen in Disney's Alice in Wonderland cartoon: Black and white wallpaper, alternate black and white "cushioned" chairs, a metallic chandelier, a red bar with transparent chairs and the detail that kills: the red and white mushroom behind the bar. 



I believe it is one of the most stylish houses I have seen from a close perspective. One of the cast said: "How can I concentrate with so much red"; I guess it's a matter of taste. Chaos was always my thing and I believe this house is a blend of chaos and sweet harmony. 



November 23, 2011

Beirut


Beirut's Marina by night


Beirut. I am back in the town that has taught me to live and have fun, where everyone is friendly and smiley. It is the town where I studied and spent hours on the American University of Beirut’s main gate to get things done for my next classes (which were usually starting within the next 30 minutes). At night, it is where I discovered alcohol: mainly red wine, white wine and the effect of both mixed together.

It hasn’t changed a bit except for the few more skyscrapers built within the last couple of years. Even clubs have remained unchanged (very few additions were made to the list).

So here I am in my 19th floor bedroom looking outside the huge glassed window and staring at it all. It’s so beautiful. At night it looks like a super developped Western country that has been thrown into the Middle East by mistake. I really love the topography of it all and frankly, if there weren’t more cars and more people than what the country can handle, I would easily live there.

The appartment rocks: My mother has done a wonderful work in making it minimal, modern and at the same time very cozy with a technologically developped living room (extremely important for every young generation’s wellbeing, thanks to my father). I spent hours during the day (as all my friends work) watching series, sipping coffee and listening to the pouring rain.

At night we used to go to several bars / pubs. My favorite was “Angry Monkey”. You HAVE to go to Angry Monkey in Gemmayzeh, a wooden, cozy yet again spacious pub. I loved the food (we had sushi with Rice Crispies on top!), the drinks, the bar and the music. JLP, an emerging Lebanese Rock band, was peforming live; as a rock fan, I was very into the whole atmosphere. The place was packed with people ranging from 20 to 40 years old; so there was a variety of people to observe.

The wooden crafted bar
The Rice Crispies Sushis and the Mini Burgers: Angry Monkey's specialties

In general, when something goes awfully wrong and you want to get out and have a lot of fun, forgetting everything in the world and change settings, the best place to be is Beirut along with one or several best friends.

PLUS: I love the fact I get to shop Tax Free (given the fact I live in Greece). As soon as I get to the airport I give my receipts and get back the taxes on my new stuff! Awesome feeling…   

Soldiers rehearsing for November 22nd: INDEPENDENCE DAY!

October 24, 2011

LONDON CALLING

London week end finally! Yup, I flew to London on Friday morning along with my two girlfriends. We thought it would be an amazing opportunity to inhale some fresh air and be far from all this hectic routine of ours back in Greece.

At home before our shopping spree
The weather is awesome. Even if I were to order sunny days from God, it won’t have been that perfect. Walking around London was so pleasant; I felt renewed from the inside as if someone got into my soul and injected a high dosage of positivity.

London calling baby indeed!

It is like being in an English version of “Sex and the City” episode where the girls go out for dinner in fancy restaurants and shop all day, laugh and take pictures on every corner of the city.
One of the things that make London so perfect is the shopping. It is everywhere, anytime, anyplace. I can almost say it frustrates me because I want to get into every shop for renewing my entire winter wardrobe. But this time, I decided to be a little bit more modest and given the fact I was all alone without my financial back up (aka: mom), I shopped few essentials but nothing unique to the 2011 Designer’s collection. Where did we shop? Everywhere from Harrods to Oxford Street. Unfortunately, we skipped Camden Town and the Portobello market.

London by night

Hyde Park isn’t usually where I would go when with friends. I don’t know why I hate walking when no shops are around. But we went either way just to see something different from the busy streets and the high buildings. It turned out to be a very relaxing afternoon. All this green around us and the calm environment was worth making the detour to the Park. I didn’t have to walk much as I preferred to pay three pounds and sit on the chairs by the lake and watch swans and ducks fighting over god-knows-what.

Walking in sunny Hyde Park 

Nature, Sun and Romance: A successful trio 

The Hyde Park Lake, the peak of relaxation

Restaurants here are so delicious. In the afternoon, in-between our shopping therapy, we had lunch at Carluccio’s, on St Christopher’s place where we had awesome Italian food and a glass of sweet Moscato. As for dinner time, we went to Umu restaurant, in Brutton Place. The latter is a Japanese restaurant famous for its modern ways to make sushi. Personally, I didn’t like the sushi that much; it was too different from the ones I am used to; but the atmosphere and the fact we were sitting at the sushi counter watching the little Japanese guys cutting the fish and vegetables, made it a fun, enjoyable and glamorous night. The day I arrived, I went to the old time classic C.London on Davies Street, Mayfair with my brother. It was my first “chic” connection with London. The last night of my stay, we went to Frankie’s diner. An Italian restaurant inspired by the sixties cinema and diners. The food was tasty and the décor a pleasure to have dinner in. My brother was the lucky man of the night accompanied by three wonderful women.

At Umu, having a glamorous girls' night out

 Nightlife in London. It is the only thing that I was disappointed with: I cannot find a classy word to explain how irritated I got from the night clubs in this city. Thank god we managed to go to Roadhouse at Covent Garden on Friday but frankly, even there, some things were just OFF. For example, I have a big problem with the bouncers and all these security people. I don’t understand where their complexity comes from. Honey, give me a break! One of them, a big fat short African – American person, wouldn’t even let me put my jacket on the ramp. The reason? No one knows. Another one of them was actually hitting on me the whole night across the dance floor making weird signs and smiling creepily. JESUS CHRIST. As for the people in there, it was a general orgy party. Everyone was drunk by midnight. The truth is we had fun either way because there were so many things to see around you: drunken girls hitting on guys, the live rock band singer with the extremely irritating blonde hair, the bachelorette having dressed up sex with some random guy and finally same-sex newly formed couples very much into each other.

At Roadhouse, I wish I could capture what was going on behind us

As for getting into the clubs, it’s annoying. I am no socialite and cannot dress like a confused English woman trying to impress. Thus, the second night we went out, four girls, FOUR WOMEN WEARING HEELS, we didn’t get the chance to get into Maddox or Sketch. The reason: “It’s busy tonight, you are not members”, they said while staring at us up and down and up again. Really? Then, like South Park’s Eric Cartman righteously said: “Screw you guys, I’m going home”.  It turned out to be very nice chilling home and watching E! Entertainment!

Bye Bye Londonnn!!!!

February 14, 2011

The Kenyan Dream.....

A month ago, Action Aid Greece gave 40 people of all ages and from all over Greece the opportunity to travel to Langobaya, Kenya, for a very essential purpose:  Help an HIV positive support group, the Kuluhiro.

It is six o’clock in the afternoon and I am sitting in an old bus, proudly mud-covered and sweaty, with tears in my eyes, looking through the dusty window. Outside, I could see little children running towards us in the hot Kenyan sand, barefoot, and shouting with all their strength: “JAMBO!”, a native hello that could only make me smile. We are heading back to where we came from. Silence governs among us, some silently crying, others trying to restrain themselves. All we could hear was the greetings of the young natives accompanied by the considerably loud bus. It is the end of our adventure, a trip we have been all talking about amongst friends and relatives for almost a year. And now, we are heading back to reality.

On a cloudy Sunday of July, I was informed that I was making the cut for the trip I have been dreaming. That day was perhaps the most amazing day of my whole summer; I was finally given the chance to do something about the world’s unfairness. I started packing right away for December 11th, the day of our departure to Kenya.
Working at the village

Langobaya, unknown to me few weeks ago, a hospitable district located in the South East of Kenya is the home of the beloved Kuluhiro, a community living alienated from others for being HIV positive. Meaning “hope” in Swahili, the Kuluhiro were those who warmly welcomed us, danced with us, cooked with us, ate with us and worked with us. We became family. Despite their poor, unhealthy daily life and with less than one Euro a day, they gave us joy and happiness through their dance and their smile. Hand in hand, from the very first day, we started laughing together and communicating with the little Swahili we knew.
The community was composed of 36 people out of whom three of them were children separeted from their original family and now guarded by older members of the Kuluhiro. All I could think of while watching them play was if only I could wake up every morning and have them run around with a camera in their hand, learning how to grasp every detail that passes through their eyes and turning it into a beautiful and unforgettable picture.
Cooking in the "Kitchen"

Divided into groups and working hand in hand, our daily tasks were first, to construct a storehouse within the community which will also be used for group meetings; and second and most challenging, build an irrigation plant through a combination of pipes that will connect the Galana River to the community’s fields donated by Action Aid. Then, these had to be ploughed and prepared to welcome all sorts of suitable plantations, such as tomatoes and corn, so they could later be sold to the local market.

Like most of us, I had never used a shovel or a rake in my life and still, we got to learn their use in the field with the help of the Kuluhiro. I will never forget how one of the community’s women approached me while I was concentrated on ploughing using every single muscle in my body. She was full of energy and she grabbed the shovel with me and she said: “harder”! She was shorter, thinner and older than me and still had the strength of a young man. I suddenly felt like Barbie working with Iron Man especially when thinking that these women and children walk 20 kilometers per day to get gallons of water from the river, transported on their head, under the heat, over the burning sand, back to their beloved ones.

Resting under the tree

Not having the same dynamism, we rested under a tree big enough to hide us from the burning sun, where the children of the nearby villages would gather. Some of them were timid and would keep a distance; whereas others, more extroverted, came over to play with us and our cameras. Children approaching and touching while examining each detail on you was an excitement that made you hope for a miracle and stay forever in Langobaya.

One of the touching moments I recall is when a young girl of around three years old could not stop staring at a lucky charm bracelet I was wearing. The last day, I took it off and put it on her tiny black wrist, hoping it would bring her all the luck in the world. She glowed, couldn’t stop touching and looking at it. When leaving, each of us having our own personal experience, we were torn apart, as if someone took away a family we had just founded.
The Kuluhiro say fairwell... 

Asante Sana. Thank you for all the things I have lived, learned and appreciated in Langobaya. I will try my best to spread the word and persuade people that they can make a change in this world by giving so little of their time. Hopefully, there will come a day where we will all be united and appreciative to one another. I was thinking throughout the trip how could anyone pity the Kuluhiro? All I could feel was happiness and joy.  In 24 years of my existence on earth, no one has ever given me such positive vibes as the Kuluhiro did. And now back to the Western world, I look around me and wonder if all those people passing past me in the streets, gloomy and anxious about life, have any idea how unhappy they really are.  

You can now adopt a child through Action Aid. All you need is to fill in an application online and send 22 Euros per month. For more information visit www.actionaid.gr


The Action Aid team

October 11, 2010

Mark Quinn: weird artist in Lebanon

On Wednesday, September 29th,  Mark Quinn honoured Beirut's most glamourous infrastructure, the Platinum Tower, by having an exhibition of his most influential paintings at the entrance of the building.

The exhibition lasted for two days and saw coming all ages of the social elite of Beirut, including the former Lebanese Prime Minister's wife, Mona El Hrawi.

All paintings and sculptures were for sale and ranged from $ 200,000 to $ 2,000,000.

The artist was there, very discrete and with a typical American tourist style: beige cap, blue jeans and a very comfortable shirt. He was going round the place explaining to several friends, the meaning and the details of painting or crafting.

"Siren", Mark Quinn (2008) 

The most astonishing piece of art, that still, was for me a disapointment, was the Kate Moss statue that Mark Quinn named "Siren" I would like to call ite more accurately the "Kate-Moss-rpeliminaries-doing-yoga-almost naked" sculpture. It was located in a small black room at the end of the big exhibition. The lights were non-existent except for a really strong spot that enlighten the  less than a meter statue.
My opinion? Mark Quinn is not so much my style. although scholars considered him the new Andy Warhol, it was hard for me to depict the fantasy throught his paintings.

His paintings are very easy to describe: most of them were zoomed in flowers that all looked alike. What mostly differed were the range of colours he used. Most paintings looked like this:

"Iceberg on lake tanganyika",  2008 © marc quinn studio

There was another painting which was my favourite and the most different of all, despite the fact that Marc Quinn has 100 of them in different colours in stock... supposedly representing an eye, according to tha artist himself; I personally saw it as a time machine... Actually, the artist leaves it up to your imagination:
"Iris" Mark Quinn (2009)

At the end of the exhibition hall, there was a small corridor, very narrow where all of those who had nothing to do the other morning followed it only to reach  a small white door leading to a huuuuuuge hall still under construction which is meant to be the future Gym & SPA place of the Platinum Tower. The organizers had managed to have a small variety of food, risotto and small apetizers as well a big table with fruits and dessert. A disco ball was hanging from the ceiling and the music was a mix of typical lounge music. Very "gossip girl" situation!

INTERESTING FACT ABOUT THE ARTIST:

Marc Quinn used to colect 10 pints of blood every several week. He froze it in a big pack and crafted it to create his own self portrait in 1991. A Vampire's best friend. The sculpture was not available at the Platinum Tower exhibition.

"Self" Marc Quinn (1991)