Collage - The mess up there

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Paint, paper materials, black pen

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Paint, black pen

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Theme:

Self-portrait collage with outline of our shadow

Painting of a part of our collage zoomed in

Collage - And so she left..

n°3 - 20x24cm - paper materials & glue

Collage - The Beginning

n°1 - 31x26 cm - paper materials, glue, black pen & rope

n°2 - 41x30cm - paper materials & glue

A new job, a new city, a new life

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D.I.Y Valentine's gift

Today, I've made some deadly cute earings :D

Happy Saint Valentine's day to yourself Lucie!
Oh wow, that's the sweetest thing, happy st valentine's day to you as well darling!

You're far too kind.

API NIOU IRE !!!

Ahh, it feels good to be without internet for a while but it feels so good to have it back ^^

I wish all of you a terrific, splendid, magnificient, creative 2010!

So I've spent some wonderful holidays, traveling here and there, taking some pictures on the road. Which is quite entertaining considering that you have nothing else to do. I just love watching through the window, in car, train or plane, and meditating on how great or crapy life can be - this 2weeks, it was just on how fucking great it is!

Nantes-Paris, 18/12/09

Paris-Nice, 24/12/09

Berlin-Düsserldorf, 02/01/10

Düsseldorf-Paris, 03/01/10

Watch me!

I love watches.

I often joke about it saying it's because of my Asian origins (dont know if i have any but i feel like it ^^) The total budget of advertisement for watches in HK must be pretty close to the French GDP.. So there must be something about watches. Is it because it symbolizes Time, that precious commodity giving rythm and meaning to our life?

The thing is that I have recently experienced something with my watch that has given me some serious keys for a theory about it...

I have a watch from my favorite fashion designer Jean-Charles de Castelbajac (give me colors, give me craziness and I'm happy). There it is: my Pop Hours!

And each time I am wearing it, people notice it and make a comment about it, mostly "I like your watch!". And that's how I realized: watches are always noticed. They are part of the few things that clearly define us to the rest of the world. It is like a super facebook profile picture we wear all the time on us: this is who i am, and on a higher level: this is how i want you to see me.

Imagine someone naked, wearing his/her watch. (I am not putting any picture to illustrate that, I am sure you all have it coming to mind).

Every other accessory or piece of clothes would never be enough on its own to let you guess the style of the person, his social status, his tastes. It depends on how they are associated to create a style.

And now, think of the watch. It's all there. The brand tells you how much money was put into that watch. If it's expensive, the style let you know if its for showing-off or real bourgeoisy. The classic ones are for serious people, who like sober style, and you can easily guess if it's linked to good-taste or i-dont'care-about-style-taste . The crazy watches are for provocative people. "I am big, I am colorful, you will for sure notice me" is what the watch is telling to the whole world. Of course, it means you control your style and you're proud of it enough to have the watch matching it. I could go on forever to cover all the posibilities.

This is my theory: your watch is YOU. That's why it is so important. You have a synthesis of your identity just there, at your wristle, and everyone sees it, they know you in the blink of an eye.

I am strongly interested if you also have theories about watches.
Enough with the boring, let's talk about JC de Castelbajac! With images.

The Lego Collection

Pirates! Parrots! And Paradise! Paris Fashion week (photo:AFP)

You love pop, you just have to love JCDC!

http://www.jc-de-castelbajac.com/

Hmm, in fact I can't resist to tell where I've got that watch... This my best moment of inglorious glory...

The few lucky (or should i say unlucky) who have seen this picture without the 'outch', could tell you...before I decide to kill them because they know too much.

How great is that: a fashion show is The place to look glamorous, sexy, perfect, and I just look like an ass.. haha, this is so ironic..

It was at the launching party in Paris last September of the first JC/DC collection 'Punkahontas and the the ducks". JC/DC being his new ready-to-wear brand, at a more accessible price for a younger generation.

Yep baby!

ps: sorry for my horrible French English, i'm trying my best... some day i'll be fluent..(plzzz, someone hire me for an internship in London/NY, plzz!)

ps2: why is my heading picture so blurrryyyyy?!!

Pimp my cuckoo!

I've always wanted to have a colorful cuckoo clock because I love kitsch, and I love colors. Cuckoo clocks are just seating next to the King in the Kitsch Kingdom (on the other side, you'll find the garden gnome)

Well, I guess someone heard my prayers because I've found an homeless broken one in the street some blessed day this summer in Paris. We've instantly fallen in love and I've brought it home to take good care of it and give it the colors it needed. It used to be dull and predictable wood brown.

Here you can see my happy flatmate:

Happy flatmate posing in the forest.

To anyone out there with a good network, I am now looking for a fellow garden gnome and porcelain dog to join the family...

Woof!

"SCRATCH ME"

Here I am!

Me voilà! J'ai un blog! Je suis pas encore une bloggeuse, mais en tout cas, j'ai mon blog.. à moi que c'est le mien et que je dis toutes les conneries que je veux :)

Cela fait un petit moment que j'y pense. Je me suis demandée si cet étalage de réflexions et pensées personnelles - dans le prolongement de mon étalage d'info. perso. et photos sur facebook - ne signait pas la mort d'une décence qui peut-être se perd aujourd'hui: celle de savoir cultiver son jardin secret à l'abri de regards. Et puis fuck, I am so 21st century so here I aaaaaam!

Et puis d'abord, ce n'est pas moi que vous allez découvrir:
C'est eux. Ces artistes, designers, penseurs, réalisateurs, musiciens, qui font valser mes émotions et réflexions.
C'est là. Ces endroits où l'on pourrait s'asseoir et attendre une vraiment, vraiment bonne raison pour repartir.
C'est ça. Ces objets et oeuvres qu'on l'on croise et qui nous font nous arrêter et observer, points d'exclamation ou d'interrogation dans les yeux.

Et ils sont partout! L'art, le design, la création sont partout, et c'est tant mieux.


"I am everywhere". Mur près du Canal St Martin, Paris