Σtella: The Best of What’s Next
Photos courtesy of ∑tella
“Storytelling is easy when you come up with lies,” Stella (née Stella Chronopoulou) sings on her newest album Works for You. For any other musician, this might be an admission of the workings behind her creative process. But despite the Greek indie pop singer’s love of intricate guitar lines, sharp pop hooks, and a sinuous lower register that brings to mind Annie Lennox, Chronopoulou insists she’s not trying to create a persona. Even her album cover, which features the singer/songwriter in what appears to be a black jumpsuit, was born from a very honest place.
“I brought a ninja outfit and a football to the shoot, my two favorite things,” she confesses from her home in Athens, Greece. “I love ninja suits because I used to dress up as a ninja when I was younger. And I love football. It looked good! It looked like an actual outfit. My label didn’t like the photo. They thought it was completely ridiculous. ‘We can’t go with that!’ But in the end I convinced them.”
It’s taken her a long time to feel that level of comfort in her art. Despite having played the piano since she was five and a family that encouraged her creative instincts, it never occurred to her that music could be more than a sideline. Instead, Chronopoulou aimed for a career in magazines, landing a spot at the prestigious Athens School of Fine Arts. That led to a stint working as a freelance décor editor where she photographed everything from food, to laptops, to Christmas trees.
But music, by Chronopoulou’s account her first love, was always in the back of her mind. Too shy to present herself as a solo musician, she wrote and collaborated with different bands—even though she’d firmly explain to them if they wanted to perform live, they’d have to get a different singer. At one point she even rehearsed with a group for three years, without ever once setting foot on stage. That all changed thanks to a conversation with a close friend.
“I was telling her they were pressuring me to perform and I didn’t want to do it,” Chronopoulou recalls. “And she was like ‘Didn’t you write these songs? You have an obligation to do it!’”
Chronopoulou makes playful gagging sounds at the memory.
“I was like she hit me!” she continues. “I said okay, I’m going to try it. But I remember vividly the first time I had to get up on stage. I think I couldn’t feel my body. I felt like I was transparent for the half hour before I had to get up. I was not there. But then it was weird. I did the first step to get up on stage and then it was like it left me.”