#aastro

before we move on (because we will move on) , still glowing, still ironic, and still very much alive.😊

Here is one last clarification.

The paparazzi topic will always stay open — it’s part of the saga, and we all know it will come back eventually. But if we all agree, this will be the last occasion to talk about that specific episode before we leave it behind, like Veronica Lake Anon on Tropical Steel, at the entrance of Il Prefetto: gracefully, dramatically, but definitely moving forward.

Anyone who has ever been in that place, in that bay, knows how it is.

Historically, it’s one of the most paparazzi-heavy spots on entire Europe — Brigitte Bardot used to live just down the road, and that’s basically where the whole Saint-Tropez myth was born. It’s a strip of sand facing the yachts, full of people with cameras everywhere. It’s known as the “locals’ beach”, the one where people from the area actually go — always packed on Sundays, with photographers, curious onlookers, and people walking around with long lenses or drones. Their boat was right there — GPS on, front row — not hidden in some private cove. Honestly, if I had been standing on the beach with my own camera, I could’ve taken the same photos. Maybe better ones. That’s how visible it is this place.

And as for this constant mix-up between awareness and approval, let’s highlight this concept once again, so maybe it won’t be twisted anymore. Awareness and approval are two different things. No one ever said there was a pre-arranged deal or consent form — that simply doesn’t exist, so let’s stop talking about things that don’t. We’re talking about media awareness, the kind that comes naturally after ten years of living under the spotlight in the French Riviera. Awareness doesn’t mean approval — it means knowing exactly what you’re doing and WHERE.

So no, this isn’t about secret calls or schemes — it’s about how those pictures entered the media stream, because how they were taken is already pretty clear. Which agency handled them? Which market bought them? In this case: Brasil first, then a second resale to a Polish gossip site. And why did they appear there — and only there — and only five pictures in total? Which ones never see the light of day? And anyone who’s ever worked in that environment knows that what stays unpublished often says even more.

That’s where the story lies, if there is one. and the real questions remain.

This is just my point of view.

It’s not a declaration of authority — it’s my interpretation, based on my experience, how visibility is built and how narratives repeat themselves. And I stand by it. I’ve written it, I’ve thought it through, and I take full responsibility for it — for myself, and for anyone who’s quoted or referenced it in their own public spaces.

So we leave this here — archived, open for the next 24 hours in case anyone needs any clarification.

After that, we move on. Again like Veronica Lane Anon — heels clicking, silk falling, no turning back. 😉

Liv 💫

Note : A few people wrote to me privately over the past couple of hours wanting to talk more in depth about this same topic — I’ll reply to them directly, but if they’re ok, I might use some of their points (of course without naming anyone) to add a few extra clarifications later.

In many Asian countries red is associated with death. First, because red is the color of blood, so because of that reed ink resembles blood and can be used as a sign of death. Secondly, when someone dies their name is recorded in the family register in red ink. This is because they believe it will ward off evil spirits. So when you write someone's name who is alive name in red it is believe you are calling death and pain onto them. I just feel like it is in bad taste to write these idols names in red I know its not ink but the sentiment is still there.