About a girl

What should you know about me?

I was born in Athens in the mid-80s. When I was about 9 years old I wanted to become an interpreter for a sports team; at 12 I wanted to be an archaeologist. At the age of 14, I thought studying pre-Columbian civilisations was the way to go and at 16 I was sure I’d be a fine psychologist. At 17 I thought I should give biology a try but decided to go to Law School instead. After 5 and a half years and a degree later, I thought it was time to leave all that behind and give the creative industries a go.

6 months in a cooking magazine, 1 year doing a masters on media, 9 months of unpaid contributing to websites later and 5 years in video and communications, I’m now a proper Londoner,  still trying to write about what inspires/angers/excites/saddens me. Increasingly so about what I eat or of the pics I take around the world.

You’re certainly invited to sneak a peek. Be sure to leave your comments.

11 thoughts on “About a girl”

  1. Hi Nikos,

    Thanks for your comment!

    I admit I’m puzzled by it though. 🙂 What could you use in staff meetings at work?

    Let me know what you think about the blog in general! Remember, it’s a work in progress.

    Cheers
    Eleni

  2. After study a few of the blog posts on your website now, and I truly like your way of blogging. I bookmarked it to my bookmark website list and will be checking back soon.

  3. Wow that was unusual. I just wrote an really long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyways, just wanted to say fantastic blog!

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