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Brass and beautiful.

The Weeping Meadow, score for the film of the same name

There was a time I walked a lot and went about the same places alone a lot. I still go about the same places alone quite a lot, except now I don’t do it with my head. It was on one of these alone walking days I first heard Eleni Karaindrou’s music, and this particular composition led me to Theo Angelopoulos’ film The Weeping Meadow. I’m not sure what I want to say here. Maybe I have ignited a spark from the vision of those years on hearing that composition again. Maybe a wind is threatening to start a fire. Or maybe the fire has not died.

If chance permits, the film too, has a life. A short chapter in history is seldom a side chapter, however forgotten. How many of you have felt like a gypsy, before knowing the word?

Film score available as soundtrack for the film here on Amazon.
A trailor clip of the film here.

EWC Patchwork Dress

It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, truth is, I would like the Patchwork Dress to go on forever, like a wedding train. Except this is not to wed in, not for the beach, not a plaything. This is made for the gamble to lead a special life. Another exclusive. Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                             and dress them in warm clothes again.
        How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forgot they are horses.
               It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
       it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                      how we rolled up the carpet so we would dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                           to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
        We’re inconsolable.
                                              Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                     Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

- Scheherazade, taken from Richard Siken’s book Crush

Embroidered Minidress

Showcase:
Exclusive piece in INPYARG. An ivory-pearl-sunset beauty…

And on this September day in INPYARG:

The space with a small door enters the heart’s grand desire.