Helen Mitsios

Nov 15, 2024 | wonderlusttravel.com | Helen Mitsios

Prague By NightPatchouli oil and the scent of your travel hair,our smaller days middle-aged and measuredby hotel soaps that come in gold foilwrappers like they’re something special. You say one European city is like another. Scientists say somewhere in spaceexist colors we’ve never seen. When we make love in the hotel roomin Prague, I close my eyesand try to think about you instead ofthose colors and if we’ll see themlike some kind of reward when we die. Yesterday we went to Kafka’s house.

May 16, 2024 | spin.com | Helen Mitsios

By now everyone, or nearly everyone, knows the legendary tale of Madonna pedaling her songs and pestering DJs to play them in the once upon a time of ‘80s New York clubs. Madonna was the coat check girl working at Danceteria where Johnny Dynell was one of the DJs she implored. The rest is history. Since that time, Johnny’s importance in the New York club scene has only grown in stature.

May 16, 2024 | flipboard.com | Helen Mitsios

DJ Johnny Dynell Wasn’t Just on the ‘80s NYC Club Scene, He Was the Scene - SPINBy now everyone, or nearly everyone, knows the legendary tale of Madonna pedaling her songs and pestering DJs to play them in the once upon a time of …

Mar 25, 2024 | wonderlusttravel.com | Helen Mitsios

Pat Novissimo of Lowther Antiques told me about her love of Georgian jewelry when we first met. She’s one of the foremost antique jewelry dealers in London, and that’s saying a lot, as England is a treasure trove for the collector. Pat, who has a coterie of loyal customers, regularly crosses the pond to appear at jewelry shows around the U.S. It’s easy to spot her booth; it’s swamped. Just look for a small crowd vying to peruse and acquire her latest finds.

Mar 13, 2024 | wonderlusttravel.com | Helen Mitsios

The ancient streets of Plaka near the Acropolis are bewitching and resonate with the past. Sometimes you can sense the weight of centuries and the spirits of those who came before in the atmosphere around you. I tuned into this frequency and it inspired the poem. Athens by DayIn Plaka the travertine streets are wornslippery and pockmarked under our dusty sandals. We make unpretty loops around broken marblesand columns that once stood up for something. The ruins are indifferent to us.