I have counted many Augusts being generous to me, and absolutely timeless.
Once upon a time, my heart bearing not the constant heartbeat (due to love)
climbed higher than the gods.
An affront, indeed. But August is an exemption. August belongs exclusively to humans.
By the way, apologies for not referring to chemistry already.
What would we be without it?
Here are some words; love, attraction, smell, body, touch, silence.
Let chemistry do the rest
And then I found Paris*.
It was for several months that I had his name written on a tiny piece of paper on my office.
That tiny paper survived from dust, my dog’s teeth, espresso spilled all over,
till the day I found the courage to text him, explaining my idea and my request to collaborate on my August project,
till the moment I persuaded him to curate the design and the whole idea of the August T-shirt
If it wasn’t for Paris*
I wouldn’t be here today,
writing in gratitude the story of August which became a moto, and then the moto which turned into a t-shirt, and all these led to a miracle
Paris is a magician.
He belongs to the rare scale of people who are greater than now
Being with Paris means you can’t wait till he starts talking and analyzing his ideas in details,
you can’t wait to see his smile rising,
you long for the moment he starts drawing with his pen,
you long to see him stooping on the idea, on the dream.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
you are about to enter a world made (on purpose) with the least things possible;
a love that time turned into a moto, a high quality cotton cloth and Paris’s hand giving them life, making them art.
If you after all get the August T-shirt, I wish you to cherish it, but most of all I wish you to have it taken off.
Welcome to the August of Humans.
*Paris Mexis
Paris Mexis works mainly in opera, theatre, dance, television, film, communication and advertising as a director, set designer, costume designer, creative director, radio producer, copywriter and various other things.
As part of these “various other things” he designed the graphics for iyounow’s T-shirts, christened it and entrusted it to Fotini to raise it with her inexhaustible love.
