Avalanche

Dans une avalanche, aucun flocon ne se sent jamais responsable

Summertime Sadness

Bon Iver est mon Bon Été

Les ailes pourpres et le bec rouge

"Les oiseaux sont responsables de trois au moins des grandes malédictions qui pèsent sur l’homme. Ils lui ont donné le désir de grimper aux arbres, celui de voler, celui de chanter..."

 

Boris Vian

She's a bad kid

re-belle.

Highway Unicorn

SHE'S JUST AN AMERICAN RIDING A DREAM AND SHE'S GOT RAINBOW SYRUP IN HER HEART THAT SHE BLEEDS SHE DON'T CARE IF YOUR PAPERS OR YOUR LOVE IS THE LAW SHE'S A FREE SOUL BURNING ROADS WITH THE FLAG IN HER BRA

Will you ever talk again?

I'll never talk again, oh boy, you've let me 

S P E E C H L E S S

She's "a little bit naked but that's okay."

THIS IS THE MANIFESTO OF LITTLE MONSTER

There is something heroic about the way my fans operate their cameras. So precisely, so intricately and so proudly. Like Kings writing the history of their people, is their prolific nature that both creates and procures what will later be percieved as the kingdom. So the real truth about Lady Gaga fans, my little monsters, lies in this sentiment: They are the Kings. They are the Queens. They write the hisory of the kingdom and I am something of a devoted Jester. It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond, or the lie I should say, for which we kill. We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we percieve ourselves to be or rather to become, in the future. 

When you are lonely, I will be lonely too. 

And this is the fame.