My Journal

Introducing George Maragkos

the first face of amadeo amadeo


There’s a presence in the room before the shutter clicks.
George Maragkos—striking, sharp, and unmistakably cinematic—moves through frame with the ease of someone who’s been here before, even if this is just the beginning.

In his debut session with amadeo amadeo, George arrived dressed in all black: pleated trousers, a leather jacket, a tailored blazer—clothing that clung to the light and carved out drama in the shadows. His Greek features carried the weight of myth, but his gestures were thoroughly modern: abstract, fluid, intentional.

We worked through reflections, distortions, and movement. At every turn, George didn’t just pose—he acted, reacted, told. A face not just for fashion, but for storytelling.

These first portraits mark the beginning of a portfolio designed to not only impress, but to mesmerize. He is the prototype of what we’re cultivating here: presence, poise, and personality.

Welcome George Maragkos, the first of many to come.

 

A Vortex of Creation and Curation: Day 26

A Vortex of Creation and Curation: Day 26

February 3rd unfurls beneath the Parisian skyline—a prelude to departure. In the quiet predawn, I delve into the chaos of creation, sifting through a month's accumulation of Paris. My temporary atelier is strewn with the ephemera of inspiration: receipts and stickers, torn art from ancient walls, cards and crumpled papers, the fragile skeletons of pastries devoured, wine corks with tales steeped in tannins.

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A Tapestry of Scents and Secrets: Day 25

In the dwindling days of this Parisian saga, each moment distills into a cryptic concoction, a question posed in the language of creation. What tales do these streets whisper into the vials of my forthcoming fragrances? Each essence a chapter, every note a narrative—10 fragrances, 10 stories, 10 invitations to delve deeper into the world of Amadeo Amadeo.


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Yes, the answer is always yes. Can the essence of Paris be captured in a bottle? Yes. Can a scent translate the texture of rain on cobblestones or the rustle of leaves along the Seine? Yes. Are these concoctions reflections of past journeys or premonitions of tales yet untold? Yes.

The Codex awaits its next chapter, a collection poised on the brink of becoming. What will these next 10 fragrances hold? Stories from days draped in history, or visions of futures yet to unfold? Are they echoes of events never occurred, figments of Paris dreamed in the depth of night?

Yes, they are all this and more—fragments of fabric torn from the reality of Parisian days and nights, stitched together with the thread of imagination. They are invitations to wander, to wonder, to inhale deeply the essence of a city that never truly reveals itself all at once.

Consider this an invitation, a prompt whispered across the ocean, across the web of connectivity that binds us: Yes. Dive into the surreal, embrace the narrative sewn from this month of artistic fervor. Yes, join me in the final act of this Parisian play of fragrances and feelings.

And for those who have journeyed with me, watched the days unfold and the collages grow, there is something more. A hidden easter egg lies within the tapestry of these posts—can you find it? Recall a detail, a hidden moment captured in these entries, and reach out. Email me at studio@anthony-amadeo.com with your discovery, and receive an exclusive behind-the-scenes glimpse of the collage creation, a video diary of the unseen process that will soon breathe life into new artistic realms.

So, pause for a moment, reflect on what has been shared, and ponder what lies ahead. What stories will the next 10 fragrances tell? What secrets do they hold, ready to be unraveled by those daring enough to ask, to listen, to inhale?

Yes, the end of this Paris journey is near, but the adventure, the creation, the revelation—this is only just beginning.


Remember the photographs of round door knobs, the talks of circles and roundabouts, and even the shape of the easter egg itself—all hinting at our hidden word. If you've followed along and spotted these clues, let me know the magic word: (check the image caption above)

A Symphony of Sunlight and Synthesis: Day 19

A Symphony of Sunlight and Synthesis: Day 19

The dawn unfurled with a rare generosity today—the sun, a long-absent friend, decided to grace Paris with its radiant presence. As the light spilled through my window, I was at my workstation, espresso at my side, fingers dancing over images needing the breath of life through retouching. But the sun’s embrace was too compelling, whispering promises of inspiration through the golden warmth.

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An Ode to Creation and Perception: Day 16

An Ode to Creation and Perception: Day 16

This morning dawned like an open canvas—espresso steam twirling into the early air, mingling with the anticipation of creative communion. The ritual shower left my thoughts clearer, my senses sharper, ready to dance with the day's demands. As the clock nudged closer to eleven, I descended to greet Martin, my co-conspirator for today's visual symphony. With a quick dash for an Americano—my fuel—I primed us for the unfolding artistry.

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Lemons, Threads, and the Art of Encounter: Day 13

Lemons, Threads, and the Art of Encounter: Day 13

Dawn cracks, a lemon slice of sun through the Parisian haze. Emails float like driftwood in the digital sea, preparing me for the day’s creative tide. Mariia arrives at eleven, her presence a fresh breeze. We paint with light and shadows, lemons punctuating the canvas of our shoot, their citrus brightness slicing through the monotone.

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