Once a man I didn’t know well back then, told me one of his friends died. I didn’t know what … More
Author: Nassia Kapa
Nassia Kapa is the woman who writes this blog. She gets obsessed with songs she imagines herself living in and plays them on repeat mode. She loves coffee with an ice cube, airports, hugs and long kisses, would never say no to gin and tonic, to story telling book covers and shoes. By changing pair of shoes, you walk in different pace, directions and you see new people from another point of view. She lives in south London and loves taking long walks in neighbourhoods she has never been before.
Passionate about poetry in words, in feelings, in body language.
Touched by anything that can make her brain molecules obey her heart's strong will. Lost in Opera arias and ballet. Drunk in jazz and art.
Hello, my name is Nassia. I am not a photographer. I just feel, it happens to have a camera around.
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I feel like passion should be about openness. Openness to the overwhelming acknowledgement of human nature. Passion is unconditionally embracing … More
Memories
Past is just stories we tell ourselves.
past
Too bad I’m not stronger. I’d be worse. Ariana Reines, Coeur de Lion.
London, 10 August 2011 01.07
Apologies for those who can’t read Greek. Below is a ‘feeling’ in words and feelings are not to be translated. … More
Self-correctness.
Mirror. Sylvia Plath. I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as … More
Barbican
Faceless City
Alien.
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they … More