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Once upon a time…

20 Sep

… the grass was green everywhere, there was no sides. Burn the houses to the ground and take me back. I will dance for the sun, and wear it’s light sheet as if it was the most beautiful dress, a dress of a sheer and flesh-colored marquisette fabric, with 2,500 shimmering rhinestones sewn into it.

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Looks from New York City

9 Apr

I will never forget all our moments, all the good times growing up, all our NY rides, late night walks in the Village, fake tattooes, al dente pastas, hugs, kisses, travels, bus rides, airport moments everything was always amasing, cause i was with you. My first trip to NYC with out you my daddy and i got the Blues in every street, wish you could be here for late rides around the city and goodnight kisses.

The world we travel is not big enough to tell u.. I love you 24/7, 365.

Our Chrønicles 16007km away is not an easy jøurney, but follow it live on instagram @thechaoschronicles , much more amazing moments to come.


I am enjoying every moment of my 11 days left in New York. Every step is suppose to bring me a step closer from home, but I know since long time my home is right were I’m at. New York your full of magic, art, love, skyscraper, garbedge, people, memories, parks, shops, rats, restaurants, friends, taxis, bikes, delies, room with a view, room with no view, avenues, and so much more.

If Spike Lee what the director of the movie of my life, he would have to me to say “Fuck you” * but here I’m the director so fuck Spike Lee. New York I love you.

* a reference to the “Fuck you” scene of the 25th hour Spike Lee movie, one of my all time favorite.

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This Day today, November 13th I was born.

13 Nov

Life passes quickly, many loves and lost. Travels and quietness, work and passion.

I feel more the need to write, but can’t manage to stay tuned on My own Gonzotrip.
I realise more and more that I stop writing when my mind is already too far gone in my dreams. I Need to find you, so you’ll pull me back to the ground. Wherever you are.

 My latest trip to Mexico has been the most  complex and interesting. We had the chance to work in a University, to be teachers for a month. Art teachers. The week day we worked with the student on creating an art piece, concept, realisation, installation, up to the final exhibition. The weeks ends, I was living a Mexican romance with a man i meat on the steppingstone of my women hood.

“When I first met him he was glaring at me
And I think it was black that he was wearing at the time
But he spoke of changes and said come with me
And I was glad to leave”  Grace slick said it right, 47 years in advance.
But I was wrong, I didn’t leave and it was for the better. He is gone now and seemed to have forgotten as fast as he came.

I got the chance to spend my birthday with my family, which was something I hadn’t done since a few years, from being always on the road. Don’t get me wrong, I love our trips and we always have the greatest time. For my 16th we were “lost” acrøss USA and our own Chaøs, not knowing were we headed, but driving determined to it.
17th was in Nicaragua, with some people that became dear friends.
18th Serbia in a very fancy water front restaurant.
19th daddy made me a surprise, we were in Berlin and suppose to go to this Italian restaurant that I love so much; I was wearing my prettiest green dress and he was sterling too. But instead we went to the most fabulous family owned vintage Germany restaurant. Blessed with happiness, I can assure you God has nothing to do with it.
Thank you my daddy & Mommy for all the wonderful thing you have give me in life.

Grandpa said he would take me to the boat restaurant, were I wanted to go since long time. But now it’s too late. I have the strangest dreams, nightmares. Sometime before we had a nice talk while driving, and I asked him if he thought I was pretty, if he was proud of me. The rest belongs to me and no one ells.
I love you

Since we came back; France has been doing a Geopolic freefall down the nationalist hole. It’s never gonna get out of it. The politic of France as been very bad on many levels since decades. I need to get out of here. One one way ticket for “the Fuck out of here” but on second thoughts I could never go, leaving my wonderful mother behind.

Let me rephrase, two one way ticket for “the Fuck out of here”. We’ll go we ever you want my darling mom !

But today Friday 13th, November 1995 i was born and I will continue living this world, until I find a quantum alternative one.