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Mykonos was the inspiration for this excellent coffee table book by photographer Dionisis Koutsis.
We asked photographer Dionisis Koutsis to share with us his thoughts and what inspired him. We will let him take it from here.
"Mykonos has always fascinated me. A weird relationship with the island.
Unique, gorgeous, bathed in two colors. Perfectly enchanting coexistence of white and blue.
The star of Greek summer, cosmopolitan, a mishmash of tradition and brilliance, natural scenic beauty and absolute overcrowding.
My initial thought, was to strip and to immortalize her without spring - summer -autumn. My desire was to see her as a lonely queen, cloudy, wet, and caressed by the winds.
I have watched the weather reports. Once the strong winds and storms have appeared, I decided to discolor her.
In the foreground, at seven in the morning her people were looking like stillness, a talkative silence. Harbingers of the coming summer explosion. The cafes are full of grandparents and few young people. All of them, curiously familiar with the flashlight, but worried about the publication of the material. “For where are these photos? Our eyes have seen a lot.” In the small fish market, the few fishermen are touting their wares. “Take fresh fish and you will remember me.”, said captain Dimitris. The alleys are deserted, but not quiet. The intensity of preparation is pervasive. The bars and the stores are reconstructed.
From a distance of time and season, the lights’ alternations intensify the airy atmosphere. Earth and sky are united in harmony into a single gray palette. The moments when the landscape threatens to demystify, an unexpected light, derived from sky’s reflection and shine, elevate Mykonos in a dreamy portrait. Even gray and dull.
With purity and accuracy, simple themes, everyday moments, real characters, not weakened traditions, cultures and customs not distorted, bare landscapes, deserted
chapels, moments of piety, direct my lens. The colors just gray, dull, cloudy. Colors of rust and decay, which
although they still keep
in their hearts something from the
white and blue of the Cycladic landscape.
Mykonos sways stranger in front of me. But still always shimmering, with her gaze on the blue sky, without
losing her East".
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