Lia Ikkos

Joined February 2021

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Bio

The Singer Wrong Writer; London born, world raised. Lover of languages, liquorice, and horses.

Theatre Maker, Performer, Writer. See performance work at www.liaikkoscreative.com

Follow me @liaikkos

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Rihanna x The Superbowl
There are no two human endeavours more uniting and emotive than music and sport. They speak directly to our sense of identity and they toy with our ancestral tribal instincts. Both exist in a state of liveness where one moment creates the next, where all can be won but also all can be lost. One wrong foot, one wrong beat, and the entire audience can crumble. The thrill of the high note which defies physical limitations; the jump that defies gravity and the horse that beats the odds all ignite our inner hero and boost our self belief, reminding us that we too are capable of greatness.
By Lia Ikkos27 days ago in Beat
The Beauty of Breathwork
My grandfather was one of the scientists to uncover what today is called the study of endocrinology. Denis (an adaptation of the name Dionysus, the Greek god of bacchanalia) Ikkos was a strict but kind and quiet man with a secret or two glinting in his eye, whose smell of pipe tobacco lingers. It was while watching a presentation at the ten year anniversary of his death - where his legacy to medicine was the centrepiece of the event - that I recognised the diseases that he and his team identified in my own body.
By Lia Ikkos2 months ago in Longevity
The Ancient Perfumes of Delos, Produced with Olive Oil
The Olive in Ancient Greece Olive trees have existed longer than modern humans have. In Greece, we have found wild olive leaf fossils from the island of Evia dating back by 23 million years, and in Santorini, we have found fossils in volcanic craters dating as far back as 50,000 years. Olea europaea as it is scientifically named, reached us via Syria and Palestine, through Crete during the Bronze Age. Exploring the presence of the olive tree in Greece, in particular looking at its role in history in the Cycladic islands of Delos and (our home) Mykonos - a vortex in which the ancient and contemporary meet - this article examines the production methods, uses and trade of olive oil.
By Lia Ikkos2 months ago in FYI
Happy 200th Anniversary of Greek Independence 25.03.2021
The women in charge of our future, the mothers of tomorrow's world are the likes of Kamala Harris - Vice President of The United States, Esther Perel - Author and Therapist, Kathrin Jansen - Head of Vaccine Research and Development at Pfizer, Jacinda Ardern - Prime Minister of New Zealand, Melanie Perkins - Co-Founder and CEO of Canva, and Christine Lagarde - President of European Central Bank. The future is truly inspiring and women are charging forward with grace across all sectors of society.
By Lia Ikkos2 years ago in Wander
Real Genuine Fake
I've been a closet photographer for a decade I think, now finally stretching my wings and thinking actually, these are good. I want the world to see.
By Lia Ikkos2 years ago in Photography
The Red One
The ice shone black, his voice bellowing under the sails, through the wind. She couldn’t hear him but she knew what he was saying. Numb, her hands still knew what to do. They quickly tied off the ropes and dove under the deck. He poured her a vodka. She was only 13 but he taught her all about the ways to drink. You could heat it up and add honey. When there was heavy wind, add sage, for the throat. When there was sleet on the way, add cloves to fire up the belly and protect the bones when the cold set in. They had been at sea for three whole months. He was showing her everything he knew and she was wide eyed to all of it. The vodka knocked her sideways, and she curled up blissfully under the thermic blanket. The lilting of the boat rocked her to the purring engine room and puffed out scent of herbs and petrol. The air thick like opium skies she let it take her back.
By Lia Ikkos2 years ago in Humans
The mythology of "flow" theory
It's fashionable, gauche, self-aggrandizing, and very, very common practice to make everything we do look easy, acting as though it was nothing, like we pooped it out after breakfast. Finishing lines disappear as dust in the wake of the high performers - another milestone, another award, another publication, another house, another million, however you measure it. The achiever barely notices the attention it brings, while they're caught in the act of endless celebration, posting their life as a constant party, barely even mentioning their greatest, latest achievement.
By Lia Ikkos2 years ago in Psyche

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Rihanna x The Superbowl

The Beauty of Breathwork

The Ancient Perfumes of Delos, Produced with Olive Oil

Happy 200th Anniversary of Greek Independence 25.03.2021

Real Genuine Fake

The Red One

The mythology of "flow" theory

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