Philosophy on the roof

A couple of days ago Mai Ueda spontaneously
(and magically) performed on the roof of bios

then two days later the philosophy modules appeared on the roof,
perhaps woken up by Mai's performance.

On the 17th of July they formed Philosophy Hut,
which was originally commissioned by the National Museum of Contemporary Art
for the Grand Promenade exhibition, curated by Anna Kafetsi.
Last night we had drinks on the roof,

Philosophy was green and red,

full moon too.
Grand Promenade spookily opened on the 17th July 2006 www.emst.gr

Ghillie Suit Obsession

Buildings are so much harder to camouflage than people

I never knew this was called a Ghillie Suit

looks more like Norwegian Troll

maybe Ghillie Building?

Colombo Color

Here's a color blast apartment by great Joe Colombo, sometime in the mid 1960's in Italy.blue and purple and green and yellowand white and green and turqoise and purple and black

and fuschia and blue and green and even ecru,
lazy Saturday afternoon

Hydra highlights

Ueda, Plessas

fuzzy island

fuzzy drinks and underwater paradise

cat and lemon

wood construction

funny facade

fish scale silver blue

the doors to whatever

Mai hiding behind Madeleine hiding behind Turbo-X

Bevilacqua Ueda Melas

The Aphitheater House

this past weekend we stayed in the Amphitheater House at Hydra, designed by our good friend (and great architect) Aristide Antonas


the house is basically a 9m high space with an aphitheater for perfect projections.

the house redefines an island aesthetic with its unreal proportions, almost like a house turned insideout.check the Flickr set on the house here

The Temenos Report

Last weekend we went to see the rare screenings of Gregory J. Marcopoulos at the Temenos in Arcadia. They happen every few years and command a sect-like cult following.

on the way there we passed pyramid mountains
and religious hideaways
made new friends
we arrived just as the sun was settingWe learned that architect Christos Papoulias has designed the screen and surroundings: In typical Papoulias way, the place looks metaphysicaly undesigned, as if everything fell into perfect place in the most natural way. As if Temenos was always there.



We could only stay for one night of intensive Marcopoulos minimalism
on the way back, sadness
burned mountains

but the rain was evaporating from the hot asphalt, up in the magical Mainalos mountain
Konstandinos, Stuart and Angelo
passed a rainbow church
a curious control building
just when the meter hit 44444 kilometers