A gap

Posted on September 28, 2018 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

Χωρίς να το καταλάβω, ο καιρός πέρασε (όπως εύκολα γίνεται χωρίς να το σκεφτείς)
Όλον αυτόν τον καιρό,
σχεδόν ένα χρόνο από τον Ιούλιο του 17 μέχρι και σήμερα,
μπήκα σε διαδικασίες διαφορετικές από ότι ήξερα και είχα συνηθίσει να κάνω.

Στην σκέψη μου για τα πράγματα,
στην διάθεση μου απέναντι στην εικόνα,
στην στάση μου απέναντι στην ζωή,
όλα αυτά τα γιατί-κάνω-αυτό-που κάνω….

τον λόγο.

Έτσι είπα να δοκιμάσω κάτι διαφορετικό,
να δοκιμάσω άλλα σχήματα
να το πω διαφορετικά και μέσα από αισθητικά γνωρίσματα λογοτεχνικών κινημάτων
να αφήσω τη ματιά να παίξει

Without realizing it, the time passed (so easily done without thinking about it)
All this time, almost a year from July 17 until today,

I went into procedures different from what I knew and I was used to doing.
In my thoughts about things,
my attitude towards the image,
my attitude towards life,
all the things, why-I-do-what-I-do……..

the reason

So I said to try something different,

to try other shapes
to say it differently and through aesthetic features of literary movements
to let the look playing

The graffiti says: my country is my childhood

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July 2017 Cyprus-Athens

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

Aglantazz 2017

Moments

The 43nd anniversary of the Turkish invasion of Cyprus in the military cemetery in Nicosia with the graves of Greek and Cypriot soldiers killed in the 1974 from the Turkish invasion of Cyprus on July 19, 2017.

Athens, Greece:

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Socratis Malamas concert in Cyprus

Posted on September 19, 2016 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

I felt like nothing changed, like the time still being the same
I had so many years to see and listen this beautiful company
and as I wrote in the video
from my heart I dedicate this to Mitso Anagnostopoulo was the best bouzouki
who left us for heaven’s concerts
and to all those beautiful years of mine back in Greece who I participated
in this amazing mood… which I miss a lot”

Thank you

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9 years behind …

Posted on August 25, 2016 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

I have no words to express feelings or thoughts,
I could say that has not been said by experts, non-experts, from all
A minute of silence may be the best …
Sorry for those who perished,
sorry for that was destroyed,
sorry I could not more,
sorry that so many years, I forgot …

I dedicate to the family of my friend and his little five year old miracle,
who she will never know her aunt and she will not play with her four cousins

In my youth, and the times when I smiled at the beaches of Kaiafas and kato Samiko near to the pity Zacharo
In the village of my mother burned half but fortunately we did not lose someone

To my friends were I still go to visit them and their children grow up
To my others, my own people were left far away from their destroyed home after finding no support and now they are living in Germany

Only silence, apology and a promise that one day I will again make this trip,
for me, for that I lost and left behind me

( The photos are without any filter, this was the color temperature of those moments )

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The arrival

Posted on October 8, 2015 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

The worst migration crisis since World War II. (The pictures are from Lesvos island, Greece)

…

I have no words to express myself, to describe the pictures or my emotions and I really I don’t want to do it.
The only thing that I know is that I went to Lesvos island to cover the arrival of the refugees with suspicious thoughts about them and after just one day I started “seeing” in several boats my daughter, my wife and myself

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Forgotten souls

Posted on September 2, 2015 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

The abandoned Asylum of incurability “New martyr Georgios” inside the city of Ioannina in Greece.
If I understood well the hospital closed on 2009 and the people lived there went to another place out of the city, the old Asylum remain closed all these years

Now the only visitors who enter illegally, jumping a small fence, are mostly photographers, thieves and drug addicts, looking to find each lost paradise

This story started from my curiosity to see this unique place from some pictures I saw and from the stories I was heard about the old Asylum from friends living and studying in Ioannina

Then it evolved into exercise of courage for myself and secondary a photography test, because I strongly believe that in every place were people had suffer the specific place still have their energy, their cry, their mood.

So in this place, years before souls with problems lived there.

All the time even if I was in the middle of the day I had strange feelings…

..the things around me, seems like someone left them for a while

and the owners from moment to moment they will return and they will ask me why I disturb them, why I am there, and from whom I took the permission for this visit

Even now when I am writing this, I have this disturbing feeling that someone was with me all the time and for this reason again and again I am looking carefully to find him in the reflections, hiding in the shadows, behind the windows, in the dark rooms in the pictures

I want to share the mood and the feeling of the moment, this was the reason why I edited the pictures in B/W even if I am fan of the colour pictures.
Also, I have to apologize because I found nothing to say about the asylum, nobody knows and nobody talks and in researching I did in web I found again nothing

I hope the municipality of Ioannina to realise the value of this abandoned hospital, they have to protect it because it is pity this unique place to don’t be a center of culture and spirit

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The Other Human / O Allos Anthropos

Posted on January 21, 2015 by Iakovos Hatzistavrou

One of the most impressive things that make you believe again in humans,

to believe that together we can do it, is “the other human”.

(In Greek: “Ï ¢ëëïò ¢íèñùðïò”/ “O Allos Anthropos”)

In Greece, the last few years, hope is more and more lost, the smile is harder to find and

what you face is more and more stooped shoulders.

The other human

A few years ago (during the economic crisis) an idea was born by Kostas Polychronopoulos

Kostas Polichronopoulos

to bring people together to communicate again with focus on one basic need: food.

The other human

He thought to go out on the streets with a pot and cook for everyone:

black and white, homeless and sheltered.

Not by charity, anyone who is hungry can eat.

The other human

So the simple things (because life is found in simplicity, as ancient Greeks said:

“Wisdom is shown in clarity”,

became routine and it grew stronger and it became something stable.

The other human

You can visit the blog where you can find the program and find out where is the next appointment and if you want and you can go and help “The other human” with whatever you can, a package of pasta, rice etc.

The other human

Without the help and support of political parties, NGOs, the church, charities, Kostas, who does not want “hats”(someone over him), managed to make the world talk about “the other human” and

“The other human” became an institution and created anticipation for the hungry for the next appointment.