On the Greek island of Kythira, time is slow, everyday.

A gesture repeated without urgency. Something prepared, awaited, allowed to happen. A room. Music recorded on cassette, fragile, imperfect, real.

Kythira begins with a simple ritual, a private memory, a kind of time that asks for no attention and, precisely for that reason, remains. Like certain good things.

A perfume by David Chieze

“Ancients” – Rio Kosta (2025)