Menelaos was born in a free and unsuppressed place. Scattered with wild mountains and rapids. He grew up in an ancient castle-town, with a haunting mythical lake, where he learned to walk on stone-carved cobbled streets. A magical place where at every turn he still meets with Aggelodoukas Komninos, Slavs, Ottomans and the Norman shadow of Boimond.
He often philosophises with Greek ascetics on the legendary island, winking at Ali Pasha, smiling, and effortlessly expressing himself capturing with sparkly words and images his own stories. Thanks to them, his gaze does not meet repetition. Every turn is a new image, every moment is another scene. So his spirit awakens and sequentially creates.
And as he always says... "It's the memories of the materials, the traces they left behind that were recorded everywhere making our photographs and lives richer. It is the abundance of beautiful nature that induces ecstasy and seduces the soul. It is the people who still maintain their authenticity, their arts and their values. It's my homeland, my place. And this is how I live it, I sense it, I appreciate it and thus I photograph it."