I'm made of emotion, a bit broken, a little fixed up. I'm a passion, a creation, a piece that we stick and decompose then, put together and reinvente. I'm a color, which can fade, explode like a fireworks powder. I go up, then explode again and go down low. I let stars in your eyes. I make you hear my piercing cry. I'm scaring,I'm glowing, I'm marvellous. I'm what other people are, more living than'em. I am Always more than'em.
And what am I? Otherwise the reflection of what they wanna see? Nothing, a puddle, I'm reflecting too much, in the other's look. The sensibility they so want to see.


That's just a text I wrote many months ago, inspired by a photographer's article on a website. Here are the catwalks and events' pictures. 





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Je suis de l'émotion, un peu brisée, un peu rafistolée. Je suis une passion, une création, une pièce que l'on colle et que l'on décompose, que l'on assemble et ré-invente. Je suis une couleur, qui peut se faner, qui peut exploser, un peu comme de la poudre d'artifice. Je monte, puis j'explose et redescend. Je laisse des étoiles dans les yeux. Je fais entendre mon cri perçant les tympans. Je fais peur, j'éblouis, j'émerveille beaucoup. Je suis ce que les autres sont, en plus vivant. En toujours plus qu'eux.
Et que suis-je? Sinon le reflet de ce qu'ils veulent voir? Rien, une flaque, je réfléchis beaucoup, dans les yeux des autres. La sensibilité qu'ils veulent tant voir.



C'est un texte que j'ai écris il y a longtemps. Pas en années, mais en mois. Après avoir lu un article sur un site photographique. Voici içi, les photos des derniers défilés. 





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Taken by Anthony Granier, 13th June 2015.

__________________ Taken by Studio MissTyk, 21th 2015

_____________Taken by Gilles T., 13th september 2015

 Then, the next is about a crazzzzzzzy event @Plan D'aups (France) called: Riders Run Party. A big event for riders, pin up girls (wanna be) and people who just wanna see that !

Here, are the pictures below !



We started with the hair, a looong work, done by the amazing Star Folies !

 ______________________________This is Star Folies!

You've recognized me hun?
Oh damn, pictures taken by Jordan Foquet of course!

Anyway, the next of the day was cool either, make up tiiime!

 By Cyril Liryc
















Then, after that, began the photosets with Manat and co !

Mana and I ! (Picture taken by Cecile Caulier)

And we did a photoshot all alone, see:





The first has been taken by Cecile again, the following by Jordan Foquet (links up !!)

By Jordan Foquet:

After all that crazy stuff with super nice and funny guys, we did a parade, for Star Folies swimwears, dresses and underwears :) (You should pick a look on her stuff, it's amazingly beautiful!)

As you can read, taken by Aventurier !

The order of passage is : (Me) ; Nora Loann ; MissTyk Froufrou ; Frank ; Lucille ; Marina ; Manat and Jonathan, then the same order !


On the picture you have: Jonathan, Marina, Mana, MissTyk Froufrou, Lucille, Nora Loann, Me and Frank !

BACKSTAGE.

Another one, at the Burlesque Festival Show at Marseille !

I'll show you the rest of the pictures later, now I do not have them >___<


THANK YOU ANYWAAAAAY LOVE YA GUYS <3

My first little picture story

I remember someday, I tried to forget who I was. A big part of myself tried to throw away his mean part, which wanted to stramp out the living, but another part of me, the other respectfull part wanted to spare this life and watch it for hours. Then, I saw her. Her eyes were fire, her hair... just fiction, while I was standing up there, her magnificent hair was flying in the wind, flight of poetry and grace.



After that, i can't remember what happened. I see details, I heard a scream.Then, nothing. The black out. I suddently was behind her. Her warm neck in front of my bloody mouth. I felt her heartbeat, her fear, her happiness, I felt everything as she.
Back to the dark closet next to her, while she was as living as dead, I tried to get up what happened. When I realised I've destroyed her either, the purrest fragrance and soul I could find, I've hated myself. So much that I couldn't talk no longer.

When she woke up, I was staring into emptiness. My hatred hindered my vision, obviously. Perhaps I didn't wanted to feel alone again, lonely in my despair. Make her know how it was good to seduce and to delight into someone's fears. I wanted her to be as sensitive and tormented as I was.
It was simply my obsession. Someone I could simply lead out of that.
I still do believe it in fact.


Maybe, it's maybe because I came close to her. I wanted to find someone like me in my opposite. I never did believe in fate. World is a lucky question. When you're clever enough to get it, you know how to play. But, playing involved to have strengh. I didn't have any.

I could feel her pain, or I perhaps just would. Trapped into a devil's circle. You have to kick before being kicked out.
In her eyes, sparks and lightnings. Suddently nothing more. Disappointed, I turn my back to her. I shall never see this spark again.



I'm not really sure of it. But I thought she cried.I couldn't know. I have to look at her, but I don't want to see her tears.
In despite of it, I did turn my back, and I saw her face, she was watching over children in the street.
Her sweet hand upon her chin, even if blood dried on her chest, she was clairly beautiful.
I believe, it is at this moment I see the sunlight and a futur.

She wanted to learn, bloodthirsty and lost, without a doubt. Perhaps, she shall teach me how to like living without remors, without regrets and nostalgia. Just a touch.

And now you know, how we are protecting ourselves.
She's watching over me as I'm watching over her.
And our life begins.



And this is our family portrait.

Satine & Kayako.