Kaliméra!
I did some napkins for a beautiful house on Spetses, Greece.
“A remarkable difference between memories and people is that people can swim. Memories can't. Maybe that's why the islands are always so magical; because all the stories that happen inside, all the memories, get stuck on the oceans' borders, resisting the test of time.
And maybe that's what happens in Spetses, Greece, where there is a house that belonged to Roxana, the "Yaya", a beautiful and smart baroness wannabe that became the first to have a swimming pool in the island. Her house had all the ingredients to hold the best parties with guests such as Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis; her signature is one of the hundreds that are still written on a chest where people waited when the restroom was occupied.
Spetses is now Yaya's house and all these memories, but also all the new ones that have ocurred since then. Yaya's son got married in the house, and also her grandson, who got married with a spanish girl that openned the island's doors to her spanish family and friends, which made the love towards the island expand and cross borders.
Spetses is Yaya's house energy, all the stories held inside, but it is also what happens outside. Spetses is the magnetism of the sunsets seen from a kaiki or while riding a moped back home, smelling kalamata olive trees, after a long day in one of its five beaches after luckily seeing a few sea urchins or even an octopus.
How lucky we are about memories not being able to swim.”
