And then, i left for Paris.
Never an easy decision comes after the age of 25.
Especially, when you have achieved by then, the golden section
of a walking distance between your residential+working space.
Ironically, i were about to cultivate a sense of nostalgia
of the famil[y]iar ambiance, the greek tunes at 9am/pm,
the wenge wood samples, the spirit of Christian Liaigre and the
glimmering prosciutto aperitivos in situ.
Nostalgie de la boue.
While in an office of 150 architects, with lunch breaks
facing the Seine, making funny faces to my architectural vanity.
At the MET hotel project, i shed nothing but my shadow
passing by the chair of Vaggelis -
and some childish sketches on how plasma screens
could be embedded in the conference-area walls.
But pictures, can easily replace words.
Yet again, mine.
‘Spiegare il noto mediante l’ignoto’
Explain the known by the unknown_
i can only borrow the words of Karl Popper
to suspend my relentless flow of memories.
Sources: Same as in ‘E’.