J’ai passé le mois de Septembre en Australie à Sydney chez ma petite sœur,à essayer de guetter la marque, ou l’artiste émergent Australien dont je pourrais parlé en disant « Nan, mais tu sais pas, la mode australienne, ou l’art Australien, pfiouu ca fait mal aux yeux tellement ca déboite ». De magasins en magasins, de musées en musées, de galleries en galleries, de feuilletage de magazines en magazines....et bien j’ai vu des tonnes de très sympathique tongs Billabong certes et de t-shirt Roxy Quicksilver mais a part ca, le néant.

Et bien aujourd’hui, j’ai changé mon avis sur le potentiel «mode» de l’Australie. A la bibliothèque de la Saint Martins, j’ai commencé à feuilleter un magazine Australien, du nom de Oyster et la « Boom Tchi Kum Bah», j’ai eu le coup de foudre devant un article sur la marque Australienne ROMANCE WAS BORN crée par Anna Plunkett et Luke Sales. L’esthétique de leur dernière collection appelée « Dollies and Pearls, Oysters and Shells » a directement attaqué les profondeurs de mon cœur. La collection ressemble a une métaphore de la chanson " Under the sea " de la petite sirène de Walt Disney. Couleurs pastels, chevelures de sirène, poulpes et étoiles de mers sont au rendez vous. C’est comme si mes deux marques favorites : Manoush et Betsey Johnson s’était donné rendez vous dans un mixeur, pour sortir le plus délicieux des milkshakes du nom de Romance was born. Dora.

“Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me”

I spent the month of September in Australia, in Sydney at my sister’s trying to find cool Australian brands, or cool emergent Australian artists that I could speak about saying” Whoa, Australian fashion or art is amazing, it hurts the eyes of coolness!”. From shops to shops, museums to museums, galleries to galleries, magazines to magazines...well I saw a lot of these wonderful Billabong flip flops and Roxy Quicksilver shirts but a part of that...nothingness, empty.

Well, today I changed my mind about the fashion potential of Australia. Looking at magazines at the library of St Martins School, I started to look at the Australian magazine Oyster and “Boom tchi kum Bah”, love at the first sight, in front of an article about the Australian brand ROMANCE WAS BORN created by Anna Plunkett and Lukes Sales. The aesthetic of their last collection named “Dollies and Pearls, Oysters and Shells "went straight away to the deepness of my heart. The collection looks like a metaphor of the song “Under The Sea “of the Walt Disney Little mermaid. Pastel Colors, mermaid hairs, octopus and sea stars! It’s like if my two favourite brands, Manoush and Betsey Johnson gave to each other an appointment in a blender to produce the most delicious milkshake ever with the name of Romance was born. Dora.

“Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me”

J’ai déjà essayé d’écrire des paroles de chansons. Mais allez savoir pourquoi, quand je commence, il y’a rien à faire, je finis toujours par parler de bouffe. Même quand j’essaye désespérément de parler d’autre chose. Par exemple, j’ai essayé d écrire une chanson sur mon ex-copain quand il m’a quitté, j’étais vachement triste, ca aurait pu être mélodramatique et tout, et bien NON, la seule chose qui m’est venu a l’esprit a son sujet, c’était la comparaison avec un hamburger 280 de chez macdo. Parce que c’est pareil. Au début t’as vraiment trop envie de le manger, ca semble tellement bon. Puis après tu regrettes, t’as perdu ton temps. L’hamburger est un mirage et il t’encule par derrière. Un kilo de plus dans la fesse gauche. J’aurais du prendre la salade, moins tentant mais plus sage. Puis ensuite, j’ai essayé d’écrire une chanson sur l’enfance. Mais la aussi, le seul truc que j’ai pu dire a ce sujet, c’est que l enfance ca ressemble drolement a une boite de raviolis en conserve, tu crois que tu l’as dans ton placard pour toute la vie, mais un jour, tu ouvres le placard, et les raviolis sont moisis, t’avais pas lu la date de péremption.

C’est que depuis que je suis petite, je vois tout en termes de « miam-miam ». Je suis un peu comme le petit gros des 101 dalmatiens qui arrête pas de dire « Mais, j’ai faim moi » Je vais essayer de pas m’étaler sur le sujet sinon je suis parti pour 45 pages en vous faisant des liens entre le sang de ma mère et la sauce barbecue. Pour ceux qui sont intéressés par mes récits fast-foodiens, voici le lien du premier numéro ( numero 0) du magazine Entrisme ou j’avais écris un article du nom de « Chicken Nuggets for ever ».

Bref tout ca pour dire, que je suis vachement contente de voir qu’il ya un groupe de bubble gum dance (article sur le mouvement ici) qui se nomme Fast food Rockers et qui déclare ouvertement son amour pour le carburant de la vie, autrement dit la bouffe. Je vais enfin pouvoir changer d’hymne au fast food, comprenez que j en avais un peu marre que mon disque interne repasse cette chanson du groupe electroclash Gravytrain sans cesse des que je passais devant un bouiboui de restauration rapide.

Musique Maestro :

"Every time a hamburger looks into my eyes
I forget all of my sadness and the Happy Meal prize
Cuz I'm a starving motherfucker who wants much bigger thighs
Get so horny when a onion ring gets fucked by a fry

What can I do? I love you, I'd hump you, it's cool
I just don't care what they say
Know what I'll do, I love you, I'll hump you, it's cool
And we'll be happy that way (BURGER BABY)

I'm the kinda lady who will get down and spread
Spray that shit all over me untill Carl Junior is dead
Uh, the ketchup that is-just paint my space titties red
And grab a condom so your condiments don't spill on the bed

Weepin' like a bitch one night I just couldn't stand it
Knocked up with a burger baby and I just hadn't planned it
Called up Smokehouse for cash, they said, "We don't understand it!"
I said "BURGER ABORTION I DON'T ASK IT I DEMAND IT!!!!"

What can I do? Can't kill you, I love you, I do
I'll just raise you as my son
Know what I'll do, won't kill you, I love you, I do
And you'll be my only one (BURGER BABY) "


I tried to write songs. But I don’t know why but when I start, there is absolutely nothing do to, I will always end talking about food. Even when I’m desperately trying to talk about something else. For example, I tried to write a song about my ex boyfriend when he left me, I was super sad, it would have been a lovely melodrama song. Well, No, the only thing I could say about him was that he made me think about a Burger. It’s the same. At the beginning you really want to eat him. Then, you regret. You lost your time. The hamburger is a mirage, and will fuck you in the ass. One more kilo in your left leg baby. I should have taken the salad, less tempting but more wise. Then I tried to write a song about childhood. Here again, the only thing I could say about it was that childhood is seriously looking like a ravioli canned food. You think you will have it for life in your closet, but one day you open the closet and the raviolis are mould, you didn’t look at the expiration date.
It is that since I m little, I always see everything in term of “yummy yummy”. I m a bit like the little fat 101 Dalmatian who can stop saying “But I’m hungry”. I’m going to try to not talk about this for ages, because I could write 45 pages about that, making links with the blood or my mother looking like a barbecue sauce. For the ones, who are interested in reading my fast food adventures, you can look here of the first issue(Entrisme 0) of the Magazine Entrisme where i wrote a story named “Chicken Nuggets for ever”.

Anyway, just to say that I’m really happy to see that there is a bubble gum dance band named Fast food rockers who declare their love for the fuel of life, food. I’ m finally going to change my fast food anthem. It is that I was a bit sick that my intern disk player played again and again this song of the electro trash band Gravytrain every time I passed in front on a fast food restaurant.

Music Maestro:

"Every time a hamburger looks into my eyes
I forget all of my sadness and the Happy Meal prize
Cuz I'm a starving motherfucker who wants much bigger thighs
Get so horny when a onion ring gets fucked by a fry

What can I do? I love you, I'd hump you, it's cool
I just don't care what they say
Know what I'll do, I love you, I'll hump you, it's cool
And we'll be happy that way (BURGER BABY)

I'm the kinda lady who will get down and spread
Spray that shit all over me untill Carl Junior is dead
Uh, the ketchup that is-just paint my space titties red
And grab a condom so your condiments don't spill on the bed

Weepin' like a bitch one night I just couldn't stand it
Knocked up with a burger baby and I just hadn't planned it
Called up Smokehouse for cash, they said, "We don't understand it!"
I said "BURGER ABORTION I DON'T ASK IT I DEMAND IT!!!!"

What can I do? Can't kill you, I love you, I do
I'll just raise you as my son
Know what I'll do, won't kill you, I love you, I do
And you'll be my only one (BURGER BABY) "

Fast Food Rockers- Fast food song



Gravytrain!!! Burger baby