mercredi 18 juillet 2018
Pensées du matin #2
Je me suis enfuie et j'ai embrassé le silence, non comme tristesse mais comme puissance.
Loin de ces couches de paraître sur le visage et de gestes voulant tellement tellement tellement montrer.
Et puis me demander.... Montrer à qui? Montrer Pourquoi?
Une fois cette revanche brillante prise sur la vie en montant sur les planches, une fois qu'elle est bien accomplie, y'a-t-il encore besoin de s'affirmer encore et encore si fort vainqueur?
Alors non, j'ai laissé briller cette victoire et pour qu'elle reste belle, le temps est venu de s'en éloigner, d'aller caresser de nouvelles histoires avec mes plumes. Voyager mais plus à l'intérieur.
J'ai rangé les grandes valises pleines et fatiguées, et puis j'ai redécouvert le monde sans elles. J'ai dû réapprendre, apprendre à atterrir, ne plus être sans cesse dans les étoiles parce que c'était nécessaire.
Apprendre à me revoir sans artifice, m'éloigner un peu du personnage là où l'égo n'est pas le premier. Là où on l'entend, mais qu'il n'est pas maître.
Reprendre la plume pour m'ancrer. Apprécier la solitude choisie pour ressentir ma réalité sans la faire passer à travers les autres....parce que j'ai tendances à me perdre dans le bruit des autres. Sans offence, un besoin de distance, un geste d'amour en somme...
dimanche 21 janvier 2018
Pensées du matin #1
Et ce besoin de m'éloigner du monde de la surexposition, ce besoin de stabilité et pied à terre. Ce besoin d'arrêter de regarder les étoiles pour enfin ressentir une racine concrète et palpable...
Peut être devenir "un statut acceptable pour une trentenaire" dans une société contre nature...
Mais quand l'illusion des projecteurs s'arrête et que les démons de la comparaison, de l'apparence et du talent se battent et s'écorchent pour des miettes, je me questionne longuement en silence... au calme.
J'ai peut être observé un peu trop longtemps, continuant à donner de la lumière sans y trouver du sens. Sans pouvoir y retrouver les ressources du passé, celles qui me faisaient danser l'âme, le coeur enjoué dans une création vibrante et continue... J'ai pourtant tant cherché à les retrouver. Je n'y ai trouvé que les monstres qui brillent perdant en route la beauté de l'authenticité, perdant en route et dans les nouveaux visages, le respect et la force de cette révolution et révolte positive. Par contre, la brillance et la montée de la comparaison, des classements. Contempler de belles âmes ne recevoir que des miettes.
Alors oui, ce besoin de racine concrète est apparu, comme pour me sauver, comme s'il était temps de quitter une île empoisonnée.... Tant qu'il en était encore temps.
Comme mon âme n'en faisait qu'à sa tête en quête de retrouvailles avec les étoiles perdues et les ressources magiques qu'elle voyait glisser entre ses doigts, mon corps a donné l'alarme. A plusieurs reprises...
Simplement mon âme têtue n'a su l'écouter. Alors mon corps a crié, crié très fort, me forçant à m'arrêter et enfin l'écouter, lui, et son besoin de terre mère. Un encrage soudain et boiteux pour le coup, mais qui m'oblige à faire face une réalité parallèle qui existe malgré tout, et que j'apprends à apprivoiser...
Lou on the Rocks
Pensées du matin #1
mardi 28 mars 2017
About all this...
vendredi 28 octobre 2016
Maybe your are a burlesque warrior
Maybe you are a burlesque warrior if...
-you woke up with a cold and fever at 6:00 in the morning to go to catch your early flight to perform the same night. (You had eventually a 8 hours travel the day before)
-your flight is actually 5 hours late and you missed even the next train but you managed to book the next one with free wifi from a coffee shop.
-when after landing in the opposite terminal than the station to the center, you're able to run with your 23kilos luggage to the other terminal and make it to train to the center that will maybe make you on time for the last train to the city you will perform.
-managing the rush hour with your 23kilos luggage in the underground of one of the busiest city of Europe. (Without elevator, of course)
-finally being on that last train
-understand that your train will make you arrive 15 min before the show starts and manage to start your make up in the train in the rush hour
-have amazing producers that in the meanwhile arrange to make you perform a bit later than expected.
-managing to do your make up when the guy next to you stares at you: critical eyeliner moment, critical eyebrow moment, critical lips moments all managed when train is moving (in the middle of sneezing... you have a cold with fever, remember?)
-being hungry as hell (in the rush, no time to stop to buy food) but luckily you took protein bars
-arrived at the venue, took a big breath, put your costume on a time record, and rocked the stage.
At that point you can call your self a Burlesque Warrior, or even a Burlesque Hero, because...well you probably need it and deseeve it.
Ps: never take cheap flights the day of your show... oh and also never EVER EasyJet!
Love
Lou on the bed
❤️
mercredi 14 septembre 2016
From light to shadow, and from shadow to light
From shadow to light and from light to shadow
Because shadow needs light, and light needs shadow.
As a performer, you are asked to shine on stage, and that's fabulous.
Stage has this magic to permit you, after long hard work, to make you shine.
It's strong and powerful, transcendantal and magic. It's being one with your soul, body and the audience... Yes, very close to an orgasm but in a completely different dimension...
Being able to do that means being really connected to your art and your technique. Which is asking a very intense amount of energy and emotions.
So everytime you shine, it can happen to go back to the shadows. Being on stage is beautiful but it's also exhausting.
It happened to me to feel guilty after amazing shows to be in a dark place the day after. It actually happened a lot. I wasn't able to explain or to assume it. " I should always be happy living my dream" "it's because i'm not strong enough for this job" "others are or seem always happy". Again i guess social medias are not really helping. I mentioned it on one of my last post about body shape "how you're supposed to look like", but it also work on "how you're supposed to feel"... social medias are really not healthy when you start to compare to each other. It's really nice when it permits you to connect with others, but i think we should be aware when it's starts to actually disconnect to ourselves. Always be aware that almost everyone is posting "the best of themselves" and that therefore that's not reality :)
Lately i finally started to talk about my feeling of going in the "shadows" after intensive weeks of shows to other performers and friends, and they all insured me that it's very "normal". Especially when you have to travel a lot, that you can't really recover with good sleep all the time, and also when you're a sensible person. And well lots of artists are, i guess, sensible people. It can sound stupid but really...i forgot that. And so now, i'm trying to find my way ro recharge my batteries when the stage drained me too much. Closer to the nature and taking care, pampering myself...
Sharing this made me feel much better, and also made me able to embrace and assume more "the shadow" side of my performing path. That's why i thought that it could be a good idea to share this here, with my weird english full of mistakes!
Because your shadow needs your light and your light needs your shadow, as a balance...so embrace it!!!
Love
Lou on the Rocks
vendredi 9 septembre 2016
About Body Shape in the Burlesque Industry
dimanche 3 janvier 2016
Ursula, my burly companion
mercredi 18 novembre 2015
Two years later - Grateful
2 years! Shame on me...!
But with the tragedy of this week end in Paris, and getting mad about social medias, It took me not so long to come back here, in my free space.
These last 2 years I went through tsunamis of difficulties, doubts and sadness but also tempests of joy and excitement.
Most of all big changes, i should say HUGE changes in my life.
In 2 years i've been growing a lot as a performer, i've been touring almost all the time,
almost every week end, I was out of home for shows.
I produced a show in Geneva at the Palais Mascotte, at la Taverne de la République where I was really happy to work with a supportive and loving team, I've met amazing performers, amazing human beings, but also I've been disappointed, sad and even angry sometimes to see the reality of what it means to be a performer and producer...
I always wanted to give myself the chance to live only by performing burlesque and let my tattooing work on the side for a while. This was not possible in Geneva Switzerland. The rents and costs of life in general were not really made for an artist like me...
So while my marriage was falling apart, I decided to move. To give my self the chance to be in a place where i can afford to be only a performer, and also where i can live a fresh start.
2014 was the most hard and the most beautiful year of my life...
Accept a failure
Renounce on all my comfort
Depression (yes, I was afraid to say it but it touches everyone from time to time)
Restart in the total unknown with 3 luggages in a small room
Growing more as a performer
Fabulous encounters
Finding Love
So yes, everything was extreme, strong, good or bad...
Since I've moved I was able to live a full year only performing.... With all what it means. The amazing feeling of doing what you love. The bitter reality of hard work for a sometimes very unfair financial situation. Passion becoming a real job, accepting that it can't be as magical as in the beginning every time, including when you have 40 degrees of fever and need to show your sexyness. Hating your 30 kilos luggage seing the elevator is not working (that would be anther topic I'll talk about in another post.) Having more than 347 hours of sleep needed because of all the late shows and early flights/trains or buses, back pain and health problems due to such a unhealthy rythme....
If i'm there writing after these 2 years, that means that I had the time to digest all this tornado, that I finally can sit and look back, in the calm. I'm very tired but I'm grateful. I chose to be surrounded by inspiring and loving people and I feel very lucky to meet them on my path. I understood a lot about the burlesque scene and industry, and also a lot about myself. Even if its hard to stay passionate with all what goes around, I'll keep going, I'll keep sharing here my opinions, i'll keep supporting good work from producers, and will keep work harder on my acts, costumes and creativity with love... <3
Lou on the Rocks
vendredi 3 mai 2013
A little sweetness....
dimanche 21 avril 2013
Shows Burlesque à Genève
Nous avons la chance d'avoir eu Miss Anne Thropy, Lada Redstar et Charly Voodoo au Lido de Lausanne en 2012, et j'espère que nous aurons la chance de pouvoir les revoir bientôt dans la région.
Je vais m'attirer les foudres, mais ce que je ressens et vois autours de moi, c'est de plus en plus de workshops, de cours, d'école de burlesque qui ouvrent et poussent comme des champignons...Le même phénomène qu'à Paris, décallé de 3 an...! Et donc de plus en pus de filles désireuses de monter sur scène....
Mais comment peut-on savoir si on aime le burlesque sans jamais avoir vu de spectacle? Comment peut on juger cet art uniquement en en prenant des cours avec des artistes parfois sans expérience et sans connaissance scénique....? C'est un art de la scène, me semble-t-il... Je ne vais pas parler de la qualité de ces cours qui peut être très variable et qui contribue à une baisse de niveau général des artistes ainsi que des cachets des effeuilleuses...
Je me demande plutôt pourquoi nous n'avons pas de vrai shows burlesque de qualité à Genève, ville pleine de ressources....
Et vous, qu'en pensez-vous?
C'est un week end tout gris pour le printemps....J'en profite donc pour vous partager quelques photos prises à Paris chez Ewa Cieszkowska et son adorable équipe. Un peu de couleur ne fera de mal à personne!
Bon dimanche à vous tous!


































