This Monkey's Gone to Heaven

We suddenly lost our friend today. Hüseyin you will stay in our hearts forever...

Les passions du tabac

The Smoking Museum www.museedufumeur.net

Nightwalking in South Beach

In the windows of vintage shops.. After the deuce walking with Yishai

If you are in Athens tonight...

Eftihis Patsourakis solo show at Eleni Koroneou gallery. Don't miss!

Marcelo singing Roberto Carlos in the karaoke...

Mermerizing Marcelo Krasilcic..

Far from 'nada' happening in South Beach

Rodeo's booth in NADA; solo presentation Ahmet Öğüt, until December 9... And Özge infront of the drawings NADA's opening party at the Baron Baron again At the karaoke bar with Gedi Sibony, Jenny Monik and Jannis Varelas

"..and everybody's gonna..."

Sunday morning in nyc, leaving for the south.... In Miami Murals in the Clay Hotel where we went to sleep. And then I had a dream that looked like that:

...to downtown NYC

The sweet Özge Ersoy in brackets by Laurel Woodcock in Artists Space A beautiful piece by Valerie Hegarty in Artists Space Some greekness... At the opening of the New Museum with my Mari Spirito and the great Fernanda Arruda New York... New York... Silence=Death 1987 by ACT UP (Gran Fury)

From up there....

Some days in the end of November

Andreas Angelidakis came to Istanbul as a british council guest.. This silk piece of cloth depicts a battle between the greeks and the turks.. So much want to get it and wear it all the time! A Sunday in Santral Istanbul.. Alienated... Leon Pinsky in the control room... The Hotel signs by Huseyin Alptekin where in a dominant location...Pity with this sun...

Punk Book launch at BAS

An Interrupted History of Punk and Underground Resources in Turkey 1978-1999. Done with love and hate by a gang of nice people

Stanbul revised..

time elaborated a quiet night in dogstar... with ari for dinner... mihda in her new fur... on my way home i noticed how beautiful this star has been... It's true that we all have love-hate affairs with the city we live in. Especially if you have that type of affair with more than one places, things become complicated; corners take different shapes, you mix shops, you feel like eating fish n' chips afterhours where you only see stuffed oysters around.. But it's amazing how Istanbul can be adorable in one spot and three steps later you think "What the f... am I doing in this place? How did I ever land here?". And then you see a cute old couple holding hands and feel fine again. Last whole month has been like that. Revising my everything here. And I started loving some people more; and stop caring for some others.

Finally (I) Fall again

Sunday empty day... ...from my window ...old man and orchid ...kids' artworks thrown in the rain ...finally fall

My halfway trip to Greece

Yesterday I took the train in the morning to go to Thessaloniki and meet my friends and escape this city. The journey was beautiful, rainy and cold. In the coupe it was warm and I was listening to my favourite sounds. I was finally reading a book without any screen around. Very content... In the turkish side of the borders I was told I cannot pass to the other side because of some bureacratic detail I had missed on my passport. That's when I stopped taking pictures. The images I saved in my mind and the smells and sounds will stay as if recorded...