Grandfather Hasan Hatzialakis reading, early 70s, Istanbul. (he was given the surname ’Haciali’ after coming to Istanbul)
Notice Ismail Cem’s column there on the paper? ^^
aging photos of fardot turned 4 a couple of days ago.
I’d have no idea if tumblr hadn’t emailed me about it.
Here’s a celebration post.
Even though I’m being a lazy ass and not updating frequently, I still deserve some good credit for being so consistent with the concept. Because I used to admire those who run thematical blogs but couldn’t do it myself and keep posting everything to every single place I sign up. But ta-daaa, I’ve got this going on for 4 years now and yeah, kudos to me!
The photograph above, I believe, is from back in the summer of ‘93. The place is Assos, that magical and ethereal and lovely and magnificent and ANCIENT little town, full of history. You know where the REAL GODS reigned.
We used to go and stay at a little hotel there almost every two weeks. A 1,5 hrs of drive from my hometown Çanakkale, and I’d wake up to a beautiful view of the bluest sea I’ve ever seen and the Greek islands across.
Sometimes we’d have some company with us too. Can, that little boy in the arms of the I’m-a-cop-and-I’ve-just-eaten-my-donut-and-I’m-coming-to-ticket-you-for-driving-so-slow man, he used to be one of my best buddies around that time. He was (and wow, still is!) 3 yrs younger than me and we used to have so much fun together.
That sweet little swing on my head. Oh poor thing. So innocent. No, don’t buy that. I always had my ways to make people believe that I was the cutest.
Mom’s hair is the best. Ash-blonde, so late 80s - no need to explain it’s because 80s came late to Turkey. Dad wearing a towel looking shirt, different piece. Not very stylish. Or it is. IDK. Mom has the same fabric on her top too. I think that kind of garment was the thing those days.
Me in my best look :) A plain blue-ish shirt and a navy brief with string sides.
Don’t worry I’m not going to analyse every single clothing other people wear here but please do notice the water bottle on the table! I can feel the sling in my hands, that cheap red thing :) Has Mickey Mouse on it. Wow.
I gotta stop writing now before I’m drawn into memories.
See you next post.
Hacalakis with all family members at once - Cos, 1954
Standing: Ferit, Sevim, Emine (grandma), Izzet
Sitting: a cousin, Hasan (grandpa), Ali and Nuri
As you might notice, that sweet little Ali with the best smile is my paps. The second best smile award goes to Nuri, the boy on the front, making a row on his own in the photograph. Wow, I can’t even start, these beautiful people are having a blast and each and every smile has its own story.
I wish I could take a “now” picture with the exact same order and smiles, similar clothes.. But both my grandpa and granny are gone. Well, even if they weren’t dear departed, it’d again be almost impossible to convince my uncles to be in the same photograph because some of them are not talking to each other anymore. Hate it.
Seems this “proud and happy family” thing is captured in that moment forever, never to be unleashed.
Makes me sad.
But hey I can travel back in there, thanks to these good old black and whites. I can even hear them giggle. I can run after my dad in the afternoon while he rushes from the winery to my grandpa’s little store with a copper bucket full of sweet retsina.
Mom and dad on a city break again. No, not like those ‘we’re staying at the swaggiest hotel in town’ kind of romantic getaways featured on magazines. This is 1970s, you gotta pick the girl up from her parents’ house, take her to some public place, be as romantic as you can, and drive her back on time.
My dad, who’s behind the camera on this one too, was always into photography. He had a dark room where he printed his own photos. He’s the reason I have a zillion childhood pictures from the years when it wasn’t convenient at all.
Snap us a shot Foto Hacalaki!
Emel Hacialioglu, either ‘76 or ‘77, Gülhane/İstanbul.
Been meaning to update the blog but was never in the mood. Here’s a quick little post for now. But please do check back soon, I’ll be posting new old stuff :V
Cousin Emre and little me from back in the summer of 1988 in Gumusyaka, Tekirdag.
Like in many of my pictures, I’m avoiding camera contact. And look at my face, it’s shouting out loud: “ENOUGH WITH YOUR ANNOYING STUFF ALREADY, LET ME GO, NOW.”
Think I had better things to do.
Emre is a stunner here, as he always been. Mom would always say “He’s like a Hollywood star!” He’s married with 2 beautiful kids - almost grown-ups. And long time no see, guess they’re living in Germany.