29/05/2026
POY POY – A SEASONED ART CRITIQUE
Poy Poy entered the scene with the quiet authority of a seasoned art critic.
He did not bark. He did not rush. He simply paused on the old carpet, lowered his small white head, and fixed his dark, thoughtful eyes upon the sandal.
Before him stood a work by Pantelis Melissinos: a handmade leather sandal, warm in colour, precise in construction, yet playful in spirit. Its straps crossed the foot with the simplicity of ancient Greek linework, while the bright silver flower at the centre introduced a sudden theatrical flourish — almost like a small sun, a starfish, or a mythical blossom discovered on the shore of the Aegean.
Poy Poy examined the composition carefully.
The leather, he seemed to think, had the honesty of something made by hand — not factory-perfect, but human-perfect. The stitching along the sole gave rhythm to the piece, like a quiet border around a painting. The buckle at the heel suggested function, but also ceremony: this was not merely footwear; it was an object meant to accompany movement, memory, and summer.
Then his eyes moved to the blue-painted toenails.
A bold chromatic decision.
Poy Poy approved.
The turquoise echoed the freshness of the sea, contrasting beautifully with the honey-coloured leather. It gave the whole composition a joyful, almost island-like vitality. Against the patterned carpet and the terrazzo floor, the sandal appeared not as an accessory, but as the central subject of a candid Greek tableau: craft, domestic warmth, elegance, and a small white dog conducting a very serious inspection.
After a long silence, Poy Poy delivered his verdict.
This sandal, he concluded, was not just made to be worn. It was made to be noticed, lived in, and remembered.
And because it carried the unmistakable touch of Pantelis Melissinos, Poy Poy understood that he was not looking at ordinary sandals.
He was looking at art on someone’s feet.
