The words of Bazarov

Dear all,

I just cannot hide this bodacious observance put down by our poetic and articulate Bazarov in just a comment-corner. That would do unjustice to this masterpiece of the study of human kind.
I feel highly honored to be the subject of his research.
I have to admit, though, that Bazarov submitted a collage of photographs as to picture the different phases of my moods he has seen me in. Making use of my dictatorship-like rule over this blog I have censored the photograph part. But at least, I am democratic enough to let you know... :)

Enjoy... Oz

PS. Bazarov's starting point is a picture already known to you.



"The aspiration of the poet is to see the entire universe in a grain of sand. Similarly, the aspiration of Ozlem's many admirers is to understand her peculiar (but mostly lovable) moods at any instance in time through a quick examination of her hair. Even in the best of times, Ozlem's hair is often a study of youthful exuberance amidst a certain kind of controlled chaos – her hairs ebbs and flows in all directs often as once, creating an impression of disorder, and yet, as with Pollock, Kandinsky and Seurat, the image is ultimately an artful one. Her hair radiates out, like the sun, curling around ever so effortlessly over the course of its length, only succumbing to gravity towards the end of its extension. What one is left with is a flexible sort of bounce, that seems almost happy and spirited (even playful) by nature, made all the more happy, spirited and playful by Ozlem’s naturally kinetic energy, which transcends the materiality of her hair into something symbolic.

And so, with this knowledge as our base, we suddenly see small subtleties in the way Ozlem’s hair moves as she changes her moods. Angry or agitated Ozlem usually sports a more fiery, tightly wound set of curls, which move more abruptly and stiffly (in a herky-jerky styled motion), in harmony with her more abrupt and staccato head movements while angered. With happy Ozlem, one is greeted with a bouncier, more vibrant hairflow, (i.e. as though her hair were on springs) with her hair playfully wisping around her head as she tilts her head back and forth and laughs with the fullness of her body. Tired Ozlem – well – one can almost see her curls relax as she aggressively yawns in one’s face (if one has never seen this, one can instantly inspire such yawn by recounting to her something about the heritage (food, history or otherwise) of China) and her hair unwittingly begins to slouch. And of course, who can forget pensive Ozlem, whose eyebrows begin to furrow to and fro uncontrollably and, with her entire energy concentrated on her eyebrow movement, her hair, at a loss for what to do, manages to remain absolutely still.

With this in mind, we turn now to her picture – Ozlem looking pensively off to the side (either that or she’s posing), with her favorite café/brasserie as a backdrop, her wisps of hair contemplating the meaning of life as they gracefully fall away from her face --- but, hmmmmm … is that the hint of a mischievous smile I see on the right-hand corner of her face? Indeed, her thoughts must be veering towards the more rambunctious – perhaps the prospect of a pillow fight on a nice beige micro suede sectional as she watches art films from France, or perhaps, she is spying an attractive young diplomat from Qatar sporting an impressively tight black t-shirt while riding an icy green Vespa just across the street – in fact, I think that must be it as I see wisps of hair standing almost erect at the top of her head, excited by the prospects of riding that Vespa down the street to Avenue B where she can get her weekly fix of Turkish appetizers and sweet melon shisha.

How exciting! To Maia it is! (Just watch out for the Asian belly dancers - I think they make her hair curl)."