Snap seaside churches, film-worthy Mediterranean beaches and a celebrity pelican.
It’s easy to feel a bit average when you arrive in Mykonos. The people of Mykonos are a mighty fine bunch. Everywhere you turn there’s perfectly browned skin and crisp white shirts. Kaftans also dominate the summer uniform of the Meditteranean’s elite. Think styles of an apocalyptic Burning Man wind smock nature, rather than an Eastern ‘burbs Camilla.
Aside from learning how to write truly out-of-character sentences about farshun, I learned to appreciate the mystique of Mykonos.
The white-washed – never thought I’d use that phrase in a positive sense – exteriors of Mykonos celestially glowed with otherworldly charm, a contrast to my home country’s red brick suburbia and taupe gum trees.
Yet this small-town idiot still had a lot to learn from the island where hedonism is a given. It’s an island of the gods, baby. Be as extra as you like.
First, I was to ditch the monk-like sack dresses and high school footy shorts I’d wear by default on lazy summer holidays.
It helped that I was travelling with my mate Breanna Espina, a ridiculous Eurasian Megan Fox / Angelina Jolie hybrid who is always immaculately styled. When we’re together, I look like her girly teen son who she would’ve needed to birth when she was 10. But her effortless, fashion-forward ways had a positive impact on me that trip.
Like always, she influenced me to make an effort, and ensure we captured these rare moments with a helluva lot of photos.
Exploring the Island of the Winds first – without taking photos – meant we could properly learn the secret and not-so-secret corners of Mykonos before we returned to attack with our cams.
Along the way we also picked up immeasurable tips, like:
- Don’t wear heels. Cobblestone streets and Greece’s triple portions of alcohol are a Dionysian error.
- Get your tan but definitely try to avoid heatstroke because your m8 might have to give you an ice bath and supervise you when you’re about to faint on the toilet
And for your pictures…
- Go early! It’s simply the only way to achieve the calm, crowd-free aesthetic you’ve seen all over Instagram. If you’re lucky you might come across a few leftover revellers who offer you gyros and ask you to snap pics of them.
Little Venice’s alleyways
Ninnolo Ice Cream Shop
Kato Milli Windmills
Kick it at home
Little Venice waterfront
Petros the Pelican (wherever he is)
Agios Sostis Beach / Kiki’s Tavern
Follow the smell of Gyros
The cliffs of Northeast Mykonos
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