ΑΘΗΝΑ Σ' ΑΚΟΥΩ




Athens, the third bedroom of my apartment. 


HEAR YOU ATHENS (1998-2006) 

Hear you, Athens is a series of photographs and short narrations. 
This body of work was produced over an eight year period, living and learning to observe the urban space as an expression of an experiential, direct, non-conceptual gaze. 

Wandering or sinking in Athens' chaos we abolish it.
In these photographs the feeling expressed is that only by assuming namely confusion, contradiction one can overcome them. To perceive urban space one has to love cities, otherwise his effort shall remain on the surface and fall of its body. 
Chaos resists us because we resist it, for chaos becomes man.
Athens echoes ones' intimate space and aspirations as a citizen.

Through those years of my apprentice, I started off to hear & embrace my city neither for what I wanted it to be but for what it is and eluded me.

All photographs are from 35mm slides.

Το 'Αθήνα, σ' ακούω', είναι μια σειρά φωτογραφιών και μικρών αφηγήσεων. Έχουν παραχθεί σε μια περίοδο οχτώ χρόνων, μαθαίνοντας την παρατήρηση στον αστικό τοπίο, σαν μια έκφραση ενός βιωματικού, άμεσου, μη εννοιολογικού βλέμματος.

Περιπλανώμενοι ή βυθιζόμενοι στο χάος της Αθήνας, το καταργούμε.
Σε αυτές τις εικόνες αποτυπώνεται η αίσθηση ότι μόνο προσλαμβάνοντας τη σύγχυση, τιs αντιφάσειs, το άσχημο, τα ξεπερνάς. Για να δεις την πόλη πρέπει να την αγαπάs, αλλιώς οι προσπάθειές σου θα μείνουν στην επιφάνειά της και θα ξεκολλήσουν από το σώμα της.
Το «χάος» αντιστέκεται όσο του αντιστεκόμαστε, γιατί το «χάος» ταιριάζει στον άνθρωπο.
Η Αθήνα αντηχεί τον οικείο μας χώρο και τις φιλοδοξίες μας ως πολίτες.

Μέσα από τα χρόνια μαθητείας μου στην Αθήνα, ξεκίνησα να ακούω και να αγκαλιάζω την πόλη μου, όχι για αυτό που θα έπρεπε να είναι ή για αυτό που θα ήθελα να είναι, αλλά για αυτό που είναι και μου διαφεύγει.

Όλες οι φωτογραφίες είναι από διαφάνειες 35 mm.





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farewell
I took this photo on an august night in 1997, the day my grandfather passed away, but a few days later my bag with the slides inside were stolen. So I re-shot the photo few weeks later, and was left with only a reproduction of that lost image & a missed farewell. That became a turning point in how I understood photography as a tool of expression and as an artistic gesture.





subway tickets
After the first few months living in Athens in 1998, we started having those long conversations about how one has to love his “ugly” city, otherwise his effort shall remain on the surface and fall of its body, and how only by sinking in its chaos we abolish it… and other theoretical stuff that seemed abstract to me until that morning, when I crossed this kid at Victoria station: Occupying Athens with his imagination!





newspapers
Before coming to Athens, newspapers belonged to the daily life of a child who grew up during a civil war, today they seem timeless.





grey costume 
Sometimes at the end of a street, incidentally, we meet men who are ‘islands’ in this urban sea.






statuette
War, hated by mothers.





crimson jacket
Sometimes I followed an elderly person through the streets of Athens for a few steps to remind myself of all the old dead people in my family, left behind in Lebanon without having had the chance to say "goodbye" to them.






clips
The crab without its claws dies, as the state without its para-economy. (Greek proverb)





strikers
Not believing in your own actions anymore, is like eating pepitas in the middle of a revolution!








guitarist
A nostalgic song for Athens still resonates even if we can't hear it anymore!





Cavafy
Behind a public bench, Egypt square, at the end of Alexandras Avenue, once a river, which empties its flux of traffic into Patision avenue, forming a delta, reminiscent of the Nile and the city of Alexandria, the place of origin of Constantinos Cavafy, author of the poem “Walls“, now gazing for years at those of Athens' and its buildings … Is it the irony of fate or the decision of a civil servant, like him sitting behind his desk and plotting against oblivion?





Agios Panteleimon square
After the fall of the Soviet bloc and the war in the former Yugoslavia, living in Athens at the end of the 90s and daily observing many children, from these migrations, growing up in the city squares, like seeds for a possible future Cosmopolitan Athens, I never imagined that one day, some would only call them "foreigners"!





red high heels
My eros for Athens began inadvertently one spring afternoon while entering Attiki’s subway station.
A tiny, internal, almost quiet explosion, that would determine my future.
One first love that would sign my skin for ever, like this little scar on my cheek that everyone thinks it’s a dimple!





flokati
Whenever I see a red flokati (Greek carpet), I hear bombshells whistling!





my mirror
A gesture of the hand in her hair, a scent of immortality.





two columns
- What are the foundations of an identity?
- It is rather ruins and identity crisis!





black light
Athens a private theater scene!





left hand
Awaiting for the subway, I heard a female voice, on the station's speakers, whispering: "Raise your left hand and swear that you shall tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about the expanding moment in time."





book

coming soon in April





featured 








editions 

Photographic Aspects and Views / Hear you Athens 


13th Venezia Architecture Biennale / Athena Bender of Vision 





exhibition 

Urban Of - Athens Photo Festival (Greece, Oct 2000)



10.1.01 A.Σ.Κ.Τ (Greece, Jan 2001)



Athens: Photographic Aspects and Views - Benaki Museum (Greece, Sept 2001) 



 
Anatomy of Political Melancholy (Samos, Greece, summer 2018)



 
Anatomy of Political Melancholy (Athens, Greece, Feb.-April 2019)