Fashion Consumption: I


Photos by Andre Rau the Marrakech villa of Yves Saint Laurent, posing with his muse and dear friend Catherine Deneuve


I was always shared between: making the iconic fashion or being the designer’s muse..


I decided to wear just one “jacket”, & make it reversible to my liking.

When I heard Catherine Deneuve was making an auction sale of her YSL pieces, I couldn’t help but wonder what would i do with mine, when my day would come, and so I wrote…

One day, when I will be older the only good reason for me to leave my garde-robe, is when I will leave this world. I heard that Elisabeth II (and many other Queens) has a very strict archives of outfits worn: what, when, where.

That always fascinated me, maybe one of the reason I started doing daily photos from my looks. Sometimes I change up to 3 times a day, and most of my outfits are only wore once. Not because I am a fashion victim of consumption, but because everyday is unique.

I wear my “Sunday best” everyday because everyday is a party to celebrated (now Madonna Holiday 1983 running in my head!)


I don’t buy fast fashion, I don’t buy trendy or new. I buy cheap, thrift and find old and forgotten. One’s woman misery is an other one’s joy. YES. I don’t have anything against couture. In fact i love it, and i don’t mind a single bit putting 1000 euros in a hand embellished one of a kind dressed.

What i do mind is putting a 1000 euros in a pants that looks the same as an H&M pants for 10 euros. Both ends of this chains are wrong. We need to live a bit more far from the edges and understand the power of our surrounding environment. Buying local is sooooo important, buying less is also a steppingstone to a more sustainable future.

I don’t like vintage JUST because it’s pretty, I like the vintage state of mind, of “do well, last long, take care and pass it on” . I don’t mind wearing vintage fur, because even tho it’s an animal, it has been dead since 40 years. I will it never buy new, but i would never throw away goods ether.

People in the street may think “she’s a animal killed” but i am a planet saver, because, if your convictions are so strong it make wasting & trashing socially acceptable, then i can’t stand by your side defending animal rights.

I stand for earth first of all, I try to be the flower that blooms in the concrete, i will be the Esmeralda of the cathedrals picking in the market trash, because what i do is not only for myself: it’s to bring sunshine into the street, to make you think twice about the “cover of my book”, to make people familiar and unknown realize money is not the answer.

Don’t worry, be happy. 

If you are in Paris, the dresses will be on diplay at Christie’s Auction House in Paris from 19 to 24th of January.

One more..

One more cycle of life begging under a waxing moon change. 

13th November.  Under the darkest number at one of nights latest hour we were blissed with rays of warmth and light sprang through, to let joy & calmness shine on us. Laughs till no more air to breath, drink this bodies melts, enjoy to the fullest, spreading love like if it was nutella

Laughs till no more air to breath, drink this bodies melts, enjoy to the fullest, spreading love like if it was nutella

Thank you for all the sweet thoughts. Know that where ever you are, a piece of me is there with you. Love, Peace & Unity

Tonight we celebrated with chocolate cake and Maceira.

Dans un nouveau cycle de lune, a l’heure la plus noir du soir nous étions tous éblouît de joie et de lumière, dans un cocon d’amour. Rire jusqu’a ce que les larmes de joie coule, rever les projets de demain, boire & manger jusqu’a avoir les dents du fond qui baigne. Partager l’amour a flot, comme si c’était du chocolat.

Merci pour tout ces messages remplis de douceur, des quatre coins du monde direction Berlin. Sache que peu importe ou tu es, mon coeur est toujours a tes côtés. Love

Apokalipstick Party

The pleasure in the art of dressing up ! Various inspirations make and outfit what it is. This was a “Zombie Apocalypse” event I has working at. The main idea for this look was “Sherif” -referring to Walking Dead main character Rick Grimes a Serif who awoke to find the world plunge into a zombie Apocalypse disaster.- as I don’t like the zombie movement, might as well fight it!

Victorian lace up boots and Cow Boy hat, cactus earring from the 70’s. Bustier and lift up skirt referring to 50’s pin up and illustrations, a little bit victorian “débauché” feeling, some steampunk vibs.

The cape was made by my mother and I in our little independent label Madame et son Lapin Blanc. Vivien Westwood vibs, because as long as there is a dash of red tartan fabric it screams WW! The capeline shapes are typical 19th century coats, with some fur added for extra glamour. I’m very proud of this pieces, you will see it again around here!

Have a great day

Eris: All Female Exhibit / KBB


I was a part of a great project last May in Berlin involving exclusively female artist for a one night only exhibition at the Urban Spree Gallery.

During the evening I was spreading the good vibes with some hand made “Døn’t Wørry Be Happy” fortune: “it’s up to you to make it good!” I was saying while distributing them. Some people seem to take less value in the words written when they saw the friend had the same. In truth the message is universal it does take away anything from the speech.



A shot of my installation for “Eris: all female exhibit.” last march in Berlin.
Love notes on see through parchemin with photographic diptych. Self portrait “Candore”, video projection & ephemeral installation. Here a close up from one of the Love Notes.


18300840_10211415989069161_191860873959324024_nOne night only event, but what a night ! Thank you Billie Rae & KBB  for the opportunity,  Benjamin StrafeJulietta LaDoll et Alana Richards & Co. for the fun! 

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Enjoy Right Now

When I arrived here, it though I saw a old friend, like a mirage of myself. when i started thinking over the date of the last post I though to myself ”Ho it wasn’t that long ago, that I last wrote here. Spreading a little bit of truth and a little bit of dreams… 31th oct.. ”
That was 361 days ago.
In the meanwhile life happened.

Always working hard with The Chaøs Chrønicles, a life journey project that evolves with me and Him. Follow the journey on Instagram.

We couldn’t imagine this unexpected journey through JAPAN was going to take us so deep in the paradoxes of this amazing country.

We left to Japan 2 week behind schedule, with no plan & no budget.
7750km – 7 weeks on the røad. We filled up 29 memory cards and bring 500+ Gig of datas and unforgettable souvenirs.
Thanks to few contributors, friends & family support, we made it.



Summer times: Our private studio was opened to public after 13 years of secrets. The Avignon theatre festival was a good opportunity for us to create a word to mouth event attracting exclusive clientel and local. A One time opportunity to discover a interesting line up of artist, presenting exhibitions, conferences, talks, spoken word nights and more.
Event for those who know.




Once upon a time…

… 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

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.

Follow me day by day around here:

25th hour, New York.

You know your in NYC when you see a man beein handcuffed in the subway station, when the police abuse of there power to make you  delete the shots, when you see a hot dog truck moving so much that look like someone was fuckig in it cause the guy is runing so fast making food for 10 workers at a time, when you see a taxi being toed away it’s like a symbol that is broke forever, reprenseting in it’s own way the fall of the american dream.When walking under the rain actually  feels cool, when you see a black dude in baggy jeans tutching his balls to look more viril, when the cashier that you never meet in you life calls you honney, when building  are so tall they reflec sun light making you doubt were is the real one. When you see a rabbin whit his hat in plastic wrap to avoid rain, when you  see the green signs with only written “14th E” and you know exactly  where you are,  when your favorite place is a 24h/7days a week gay own super kitch restaurant. When
In every street lies a opportunity of a life time, you just need to grab it. This, my friends is NYC.

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This Day today, November 13th I was born.

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 intence 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 had met in my younger age.

“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”

Grace slick said it right, 47 years in advance.
But 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. I think it’s gonna be difficult and long 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.


I love you.

‘’J’avance, je travail, j’apprend, je lis, je m’instruit, je pense a toi.
Je t’aime deja. Je marche, je roule, je volle, constamment en mouvement.
Et on recommence, J’avance 19 ans, une société, un projet, une assistante,
une maison, toujours pas d’… .
Tu me fera danser, tu me feras rêver, tu me fera … .
Pour toi je cuisinerais, pour toi je danserais, pour toi je me ferais belle,
chaque matin.
Voir ton sourire un de jours de plus, je ne vivrais que pour ca.
En attendant j’avance, je travail, j’apprend, je lis, je m’instruit,
en attendant d’etre au creux de tes bras.

“ We are going to China”

Je sais que tu n’y est pas. Je te raconterais,
le jours ou tu m’emmèneras au restaurant,
quand ma jambe couverte d’un bas de soie et chaussé de talon haut
se glissera le long de ta jambe.
Ce jours la je te raconterais mon voyage.

j’avais 19 ans et tout preparer toute seule. ‘’

Je porterais ma plus belle robe, et je t’aimerais.












Robert McGinnis



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