Salonica

Things are settling in a way here. I'm getting a groove, I'm feeling less alone. My wants and needs are very different from when I first got here. I thought that Thessaloniki was going to be like it was before. Coffee, Relaxed, going out... Now, I am seeing a different side of Thessaloniki (of course not all of it) and I still love it. But its a different love. It's like the strange transition from clubbing in your younger years to the relaxed evening drink when you are older. 

Who knows, maybe I'll become young again next week?

what i am loving atm :p pt.3

1. Kylie Lip Kits

Just got my hands on Dirty Peach, Spice, Kristen, Moon, and Trick. Can this October get any better?

2. Music: Sweet and slow, maybe a pinch of emo

My new playlist on Spotify that is getting me through the days. 

My new playlist on Spotify that is getting me through the days. 

3. Suits

Harvey is bae. 

Donna is bae.

Jessica is bae.

4. @newearthmama

As of yesterday, I have started a plant-based diet! All because of newearthmama, showing the way to a higher frequency.

Source: @newearthmama instagram account

Source: @newearthmama instagram account

5. The Handmaiden (2016)

Park Chan-wook is doing it again. He's making cinematic magic. 

Source: The Handmaiden 

Source: The Handmaiden 

what i am loving atm :p pt.2

1. Shout out to one of the most talented and passionate women I have ever met, Sarah Jawhari. I'm loving you atm, especially you're amazing article:

http://observer.case.edu/jawhari-damsels-be-damned/

"The irony is that telling women what they should   not   wear is just as oppressive as forcing them to wear it. The other irony is that—frankly—American women are not all that free. A very conservative American hand threatens the availability of women’s reproductive healthcare daily in what we affectionately term the “first world.”    "The age-old adage that Muslim women and all women from the Middle East are damsels in distress (and headdresses) is quickly being replaced with a new, contemporary narrative—one that is not only better informed, but badass enough to appear on the cover of Playboy. "    -Sarah Jawhari

"The irony is that telling women what they should not wear is just as oppressive as forcing them to wear it. The other irony is that—frankly—American women are not all that free. A very conservative American hand threatens the availability of women’s reproductive healthcare daily in what we affectionately term the “first world.”

"The age-old adage that Muslim women and all women from the Middle East are damsels in distress (and headdresses) is quickly being replaced with a new, contemporary narrative—one that is not only better informed, but badass enough to appear on the cover of Playboy. "

-Sarah Jawhari

2. THE FACT THAT I AM SINGLE AND ALONE!

We really need to extract this negativity towards the words "alone" and "single". Starting with myself. 

 

 

Autumn in Tripoli

Tripoli, Greece October 13 crisp cold air and fall jacket a must

I went to visit my dad before he left to go back to the States this weekend in his hometown of Tripoli, or more specifically a village 7 kilos out called Milia. It is funny because as much as I try to get away from Tripoli, I always return there. 

After a week of getting my handle on Thessaloniki, school, and being pretty much alone, going home seemed like the best plan. Even with the added cost of traveling. These days, I find traveling tasking. Airports, paperwork, long drives to whatever destination, it makes me tired. So it came as a shock that when we entered Tripoli, I felt energized. The baggage of the day slipped slowly away as I walked through the streets of my homeland hometown. 

As we walked, we came upon a little bistro with only one table occupied. I was hungry and so was my dad so we went in. And like clockwork, so did five other groups of tables making the quiet bistro, lively. Maybe it was the lighting of the little place, or the food, or the people, but some sort of magic happened.

The magic being that I was delighted. I couldn't stop smiling and feeling like if someone asked me to go run a marathon, I would accept.

And God, you wouldn't even believe the company and food! It was brilliant! There was a whole mix of people at the restaurant, French black men that knew Greek, youths coming from their sporting games, mothers, uncles, and in the corner me and my dad, the Americans. On top of the company, the food was amazing. Everything tasted like home but better, a feat within itself. I hadn't even had a sip of wine, and yet the night started to have that twinkly edge. 

I was happy. But not only happy, I was invigorated. LIFE BECAME NEW. 

In ways I cannot express, I wish I could bottle yesterday night up and give it to myself and others when they are down. Because it was unexpected and truly magnificent. A gift in every way of the word. 

xx,

Demi

what i'm loving atm :P pt.I

1. Solange's New Album

Losing you was my jam back in the day and now she is back and better than ever. Her music videos call to my retro femininity and damn does she say it the way it is. Goddess worshipping my Solange.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0qrinhNnOM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTtrnDbOQAU

2. James R. Eads, artist and illustrator

Stalked the shit out of his tumblr. Damn. 

Just go see the magic that is him. 

http://jamesreads.tumblr.com/

Source: http://jamesreads.tumblr.com/

Source: http://jamesreads.tumblr.com/

3. Please read The Snarling Girl by Elisa Albert

Here is the link--> http://hazlitt.net/longreads/snarling-girl

Shared this quote with you guys that I feel in every level of my being.

This dynamic awakens a ferocious dormant animal, a snarling girl with a big mouth, too smart for her own good, nothing to lose, suffering privately. She’s me at fifteen, more or less. When she is ready to stop suffering privately, she’ll become a writer.

Oh really, she says. Now I matter? Wrong, motherfucker: I mattered before. (Also: Nope, can’t help you write a book, best of luck.)

She’s a little trigger-happy on the misanthropic rage, this snarling girl. She is often accused of “not living up to her potential.” She is neither inspired by nor impressed with prep school. The college admissions race leaves her cold. Her overbearing mother berates her about crappy grades and lack of ambition. (O-ho, the snarling girl says, you want to see lack of ambition? I’ll show you lack of ambition!) Where she is expected to go right, she makes a habit of veering left. She is not popular, not likely to succeed. Her salvation arrives (surely you saw this coming) in the form of books, movies, music. She obsessively follows the trail of breadcrumbs they leave behind. Here is a neat kind of power: she can be her own curator. She can find her way from one sustaining voice to another, sniffing out what’s true, what’s real. In her notebooks she copies out passages from novels, essays, poems, and songs. She Sharpies the especially resonant bits on her bedroom wall. This is how she learns to trust herself, no easy feat. These are epigraphs to the as yet unwritten book of her life, rehearsals for the senior page she is keen to assemble. These stories and lines and lyrics are companionship, proof that the universe is much, much bigger than her radioactive family and rich bitch west L.A. and Hebrew school and Zionist summer camp. Behold: She is not crazy! She is not alone! She is not a freak! Or, rather: she is crazy, she is alone, she is a freak, and she’ll keep glorious company with all of these other crazy, lonely, amazing freaks.
— http://hazlitt.net/longreads/snarling-girl

4. My spotify playlist is lit. 

I am obsessed with these jams currently. Take your pic and jam along.

Source: Spotify, my playlist

Source: Spotify, my playlist