The mailbox

For years I had a nightmare... creatures, half men half bird, came to me to empty my body from my blood. I've been really scared by that image since years.
I hate birds :)

But today, it's my mail box I fear. Every morning I go downstairs, I get cramps in the stomach.
Which bad news?
Which word from the lawyer?

I only breathe when the afternoon comes. Unfortunately, emails are delivered night and day (sigh)

13cm of happiness

oh nonono I'm not talking of what you think!
Got the visit of a Santa Claus not long ago, a santa who knew what would bring me lil happiness.

It worked : ))

 (and don't tell me my photo montage is supa kitsch :P)

And now everything goes my way (I wish!)

(i think, i'm not sure yet, that I am a Metronomy's fan :P)

I want... (she wants)... to dream deep tonight.

Ice-cream

Ice-cream

My favorite flavour? Pistachio, chocolate, mango, vanilla rum, lemon, raspberry, etc.

I'm totally crazy for ice-cream!... but not only.. ;-)

Lollipop

Painting lollipops, I don't care really (wait.. I mean I kinda love it!). I gotta go straight to the point, you see.

Life's too short to be subtle!
Well in my own way, I am though, trust me : )

Hot season ... for nuclear shrooms !

I'm crazy for mushrooms, really I love them... cooked with almost nothing, some salt and pepper.

Girolles are my fav at the moment.
Whenever I see them, I sigh and smile and  do not resist at all.

they're quite expensive and I can only find the Golden Chanterelle mushrooms (other name for girolles) from Russia... 

Martin always shakes his head telling me i'm going to eat again nuclear mushrooms ;-)
So be it, I'll get nuclear, but I'll have them!


Now on the much more erotic touch, you just can't "not love" mushrooms! can you? :P

Hard Candy (I wish)

and I wish I could get as sticky as possible, at least (that the plan!  ;-)
I'm testing my new sport schedule, to which I'll add individual cardio and musculation stuff.
Somehow... I train 6 days, make a break on one day. lol. But that's ok, half the week is pretty soft.

Yesterday, 2 hours of pure musculation with a trainer I've known since a few months. Full of energy, creative and merciless! Exactly what I want.

Today, and for next three days, I'll get tortures from Lylou.

She's into martial arts and she's a fantastic machine to torture anything required. Tonight, Zumba (not sure I'll love, it's cardio, but too much dance in it to me probably) and adored body combat. 2 hours to get sticky.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday are truly killer's day. I'm fully trained (I think) yet because the trainers push the level really high with our lil gang... it is always harder. Painful. Goooood! :P

Oh and in 10 days, I'll follow a training on Sunday... self defence !


hehe... I go there for the fun of it with other girls. It's organised by Lylou, super professional, and she teased us in the best way: telling it would be THE opportunity to kick guys' ass there!
haha! Sounds like fun!

Just another lil weakness

Well yeah I get many weaknesses, don't you get any?

... I don't have many weaknesses on a material point of view, noooooo (just SHOES, good wine, acceptable lingerie, almost invisible make-up, big boobs one day - lol -, and oh yeah good food!) ... but silver rings, I do love them. I have a lot of them, I only wish I had more fingers for them.
I keep them in a lil box, can't wear all of them all the time (sigh).

Give me precious stones, gems, I wouldn't wear them! I think I would sold them (for more shoes!)
Diamonds are not my best friends. Just transparent stones.
** shrugging **

Chocolate, Mojitos, Sex (just like everybody,huh) and ... Sport!

Holidays or not, my addiction for exercise does not fade away. Talk about addiction huh.
I might get a super short night, 5 hours, I might feel exhausted, crawling to reach my breakfast.. I'll still get my fix.

As usual thought, i gotta find time for it. Always complicate.Can't sacrifice my work and gotta be available for the devils.

In Paris, I do exercise really late in the day. Here in Bretonie, I do it super early. Sometimes at 8.00am I'm already running along the river.

One day I'll be running, the other day I'll do musculation. On the third day, I have a break though. That's about my rhythm. I really need it, that time for myself. Physical.

Pleasure is reached when pain is overcome. So good.

Some people get flashes & see Jesus, Or dirty bits. I see shoes.

Little legs, dancing feet and I, happy owner of them all : )

Can't resist sharing my new crush, of course.
I hope you'll appreciate the way I hide the camera with a lil heart (beating fast for this treasure)

They're actually a present from Michelle (i'm not sure she knows about them already :P) for my bday.

I had these shoes in brown, found them two years ago and then... I got a flash, a holly call you see! I needed them in black!

And I found them in black! Now that's a miracle!
My lil feet are just happy again. And i can sleep peacefully for a while. Phewww.

Dr Candy & Mrs Candles ?

I'm gonna do that. I've been thinking about it since 2 days, since I talked with him and seing my frustration, he adviced me to create my hidden gallery.

What sells the most are on one side my collages (which is very reassuring, I can express myself so much through them), and my cute and adorable paintings. Innocent, a bit funny and just pretty paintings :) I like them, I paint them feeling light and detached. Like a bee around a flower.

But it's very frustrating. For real I don't feel this way all the time, not at all, of course. I need to express more, stuff I might not want to show or sell. Maybe ugly, plain, dark, pornographic or erotic. Maybe Beauty, but not in the cute way.

I will paint sorrow and pleasure with no limits, free from the others' eyes.
I have no idea. I just know I'm taking all my painting stuff to Bretonie to explore that field.

That hidden gallery, these paintings I might not show to anyone, they will bring the balance I need for the rest of my work.
Does that mean any sense to you?
It's very exciting. I have no idea where I'm going with that. A foot on a new planet.

Glam, offbeat .... and a candy for the ears!

Yes I wanted a cigarette the other day.

I was craving a cigarette really. 10 years later (after I stopped), I still feel the desire. Desire, I'll come back to that topic later.

Once I managed to get rid of the cigarette fever... there came that song! haha! Can't get rid of it! Fuck! That's so vicious! :P

I get the song in mind now, as much as the cigarette! ...  merci Guy-Bernard , you've been totally inspired, as usual !

Secret agent X

Loup has a new passion, a new goal in life. Being a secret agent.
He has never heard of James Bond though.
.
I think he has never seen what a secret agent was really... But the title is quite exciting for him I think.

Before he wanted to be a knight. But that involved war, or so he realized. Hm. Being a knight sounded ok but being part of a bloody war, nope.

He decided then to be a secret agent and calls it his new passion :))

Earlier, we went out to find a hat (too much sun lately). And he exulted, found THE hat he wanted and THE tie he thought perfect for a secret agent. I did not resist of course.

I am not Robert Mitchum

I'm not Reverend Harry Powell (Robert Mitchum), a serial killer and self-appointed preacher, getting a (not so) black and white personality...

I am not that extreme at all. I mean I am not a serial killer, lol.

Yet I have my own marks too. I had no idea where my tats would take me. What would my body tell.
It's fascinating! I'm truly following what my body asks for.

Today, one of my arms is telling about freedom, the other about love. Yeah I know that sounds very 1970s huh :)

but My love arm gets a snake, which means a lot more than just love. My freedom arm gets skulls, death is present.

See, I do not live in a world made of rainbows (though i love them!).

Sunny made them so much the way I wanted!
She added perfect details, perfect shapes. Such a talent!!! Cherry on the cake, I'm having a real good feed back about them : )

I don't think I'll stop with tattoos...
Once you kill the cow, you gotta get the burger huh

(now... don't tell me you HATE them! :P)

Newly inked

Sunny has made wonderful job on my arms today.
I got the new tattoos I really wanted and even better than I thought. Such an artist !

Sunny worked as fast as she could, for hours. I was totally amazed. You feel the physical energy tattooing requires. It's crazy, physically very intense... And behind you have the concentration and the artistic work.

I got tattoos on both arms. Gotta decorate them more. I'll tell you more about the tats when they are visible. Right now they're healing.
The first arm was fine... but the second... (I'm such a chochotte!)... I felt every needle in the skin. I felt as if my skin had decided to resist, to fight back. Suddenly my skin felt so thick. A thick wall fighting against the needles. And that was painful. Not what Sunny did, but the way my skin was tensed, like under pressure, resisting.

Tonight I'm exhausted, no more physical energy. I wonder if Sunny feels the opposite, as if there had been some kind of energy transfer or something like that. But she worked so hard, I'm sure she must have felt tired from it.

A wonderful experience. With such an artist!

(I'll have more!)




And now... back to healing : )

"A man who does not think for himself does not think at all"

 Oh yeah, Oscar Wilde was really right.
I have no idea if the quote is appropriate here. You tell me ;)

That music, which was used for the Matrix, is so good.

The video... I don't know yet what to say about it. I know I like it though.
A man going in the opposite direction of the crowd. Struggling, escaping, like breaking chains.
Makes my mind boil.

Back to the heavy, industrial and gothic roots ;-)

Oh well there's not only girlie guilty pleasures in life... There's a lot more! (putting feet on the table and getting lazy for a minute).

Addiction!

nope, just a necessity, I breathe, I laugh, paint, drink, make love and eat. And I wear boots. huhu

During the winter sales, I bought actually nothing, till the very last day... Spring boots! Just a 8 cm heel, supa comfortable. I just need Spring to start very quickly.

Now the HOT pics !

The boots rock, I LOVE them!

Mes Poppins : )

Some already know about the tragedy ;-) ... I'm selling the wonderful brown boots I had found a few weeks ago...

I just can't walk with them. Not that they're too high but they're not made for me. I couldn't guess when I bought them, I found them so beautiful that, walking 15 seconds with them felt like flying! :P

But anyway, the perfect boots do not exist, and that's somehow a relief for the hunter that I am :)

I think I've never introduced you those. High, reaching the skies, but supa comfortable (been tested and approved!). They were (not that) cheap. But they look divine with the right clothes. A mixture between Blondie, Mary Poppins and Indiana Jones!