“Waza is lost Ratatouille”
Paris s/s 2025
Lost = an understatement, what u mean lost? That is the point of it all right?
I made this waza homeless buggy with a bluetooth speaker and a big light on it
and a small clothing rack.
I feel like I want to get lost, by pushing myself to stay outside as much as possible.
Sleeping on the streets dressing on the street, dancing on the street, drawing,
doing haircuts, as a way to give to the street and be found. I want to have a
simultaneous performance that people can join by becoming part of the waza
tribe. By wearing clothing pieces, Animal tails.
I want to find connection with what is happening at the moment and the people
that resonate in a space. The playground. In this there’s space also for others that
would like to express themselves in a public street performance format. I want to
turn the lost feeling into something joyful that this generation can relate to and can
feel part of. We take over the streets of paris as dirty fashion rats.
Sleeping on the street is not fashion
“Ego”
Its about a way, a feeling that lays deeper, it needs to be digged up from the
ground.
I need to look back at my actions
How can u be a homeless?
When u have the money to buy clothes?
Make clothes?
And finance an event?
We need to stay honest to ourselves
When perform homelessness and if it’s perceived as fashionable it is not
Maybe I look hot maybe u can perceive it as aesthetic but it is not
It is not for me
It is to learn to be able to understand my surroundings better.
I am an egoiste
And I need to unlearn this
Still skins need to be uncovered.
Hee jaa goed interessante ontdekking aan het doen! Ik ga morgen een show
geven. Allah geeft mij ook kracht om dit te doen hmdl. Bijzonder dat je die video
tegen kwam. Ik hoop dat jullie en de Marrokaanse familie zich niet beschaamd
voelen haha maar dit is wat ik moet doen. Dankjewel Issam voor je support en
liefde die je altijd geeft. Groetjes aan Nor Nadine en Ouiam
Hee ego I have tought about what u said yesterday and I really don’t want you to
think that I am approprating homelessness. The world is beautifull I am learning
this is my destiny I am connecting and getting rid of my ego by helping and living
from inside my body and making my dreams come true i choose left or right and
its the right decision. It’s sad u can’t see this but I want u to know that I am doing
this for everyone. My family and me worked really hard I want to work really hard to
fight for freedom for everyone. Its my dream and I want the stupid people to feel
compassion again. I want to feel compassion and like this we can only learn from
eachother. I learn by doing and overcoming my fears. Its not an eazy road. But i
want you to understand this and support this only like this we can fight for
freedom.
Thank you for calling me and wanting to tell me your struggles I want to learn more
about you because i want all of us to live eternally.
Its tough honestly like I am doing this not for the fashion its really a fight for general
more human understanding and compassion towards eachother. And most
importantly I can only change my surroundings by changing and evolving myself.
This was my purpose to do and I felt it I needed to be able to make the decisions
that can just help me to feel what i need to feel. People are crazy especially
Parisians I love them they made me feel save and I am learning from them so i am
really happy actually did this.
I would really appreciate it if u come because ofc I dont expect whole paris to be
there but I hope to give my story to as many people as possible
The 4 chapters of dreams
1st the ego trancends in a big balloon where the ego dissapears
I can fly over the river I can keep on spinning
Over utrecht like canals
2nd I am reunited with utrecht og’s
Someone asks how I am.
I don’t know i said
A bit later he kisses me
It’s friendship
Man to man
I look back around me and it becomes a still life of naked boys
I pee on it, it becomes a beautifull still life shower
The pee is endless
The 3th
Cut appart jeans that shape a thong
The 4th
I am with other friends we are in the city
We want to drink something somewhere
I push them to go to down stairs canal
They didn’t want to but I got to do it
Suddenly we end up in a atelier space again
Our characters merch into to the mess
It becomes ugly
Creative entities need to exist in normal spaces
To pop
Waza songs
Logboek
Ee is veel gebeurd
People are animals
I have an angel on my shoulders
Keep the heart cool
The mind sharp
Communicate
Make decisions
I have overcome my biggest fear
And that is shame
Shame for who I am
I am proud
And i can be even more proud
I will show you
Things need time also
Stay smart
Pay for everything
Eyes
Are watching
You
Be smart
But insane
There is no sickness in my brains
Life is the only thing that can show you
How to change
From the deepest part of my brains
Don’t make mistakes
You know what is right
And you know what is wrong
Choose wisely
Be tactical
Push the limits
But be smart
Love is focus
You don’t understand my pain
Thats why I smoke in vane
I am trying to stay sanee
For who fuck I am insane
I trying to stay the same whilest its making me
Insane
You try to speak to me to be a ruler
Measuring with tapes that have no scale
But the only weight I have on my shoulders
Is the weight thats wants to pay my mistakes
Who the fuck am I
Why am I still in pain
Smoking in vain
Trying to kill my brains
Ain’t it insane for the reason that I am actually not insane
For who the fuck am I doing this ?
Trying to keep it real
Whilest I speak I talk and I don’t miss a hearth beat
Fuck you talking to?
to me
My past
Your vision
Or my mission?
So yell me who the fuck am I ? Still
In pain smoking in vain
Waza vicious
Is very serious
My mission is vicious
Poluted
Stranded
Declined
Voicemails
Trapped up beats
Fucktup shit man
Her we go
So fuck you my heart is broken
I have spoken for the mission that is broken
The one that you said is needing to have a fix
The only fix is tires of my gifts
To you
The wheel keeps on spinning
I don’t want no fancy dinner
No we keep it spinning
The plate is turning I give you the fish
The fish on my plate i share it with my date
My date is vicious
Yeah together we are on a mission
My head is up my
Feet is grounded shoutting
Waza vicious is on a mission
Looking at your sister yea I hit it
Mashalla waza shame on you
Silence her comes the mission
Spoken mission are made for miss interpretations
Words are spoken but
Are they spoken from the souls of my metal heels?
I am telling you waza vicious is on a mission
Telling you with passion that i need a recession
A demanding job
Is all i got
You trying to fuck me up
Yea that is fucktop
Okayyyyyy
Waza mashalla
Wazallah
Allahaha
Gamdoulilahaha
Shahaha
Shaaaaha
Wazaha
Don’t sleep to much
Muahahaa
Hahaha
Yalahaha
Okehahaa
Shaha
Gamdouilalaga
Sha
Sha
Lahaha
Wazahalla
Shalalala
Number one hit on your radia
Muahaha
Inshalla
Gaha
Wazah for gazah
I know where my heart goes
Its beating outside of my body
Not inside
Whatever is outside
I have to take it inside
Still i am living from what has to stay inside
Because what is inside
Is outside
And an inside out sock
Inches
That’s why I don’t wear socks
I keep my feet on the ground
Maybe it is hard for you
But my heart beats on the outside
I don’t have any reason to go
Or stay
Basically
I can go left
I can go right
Still i choose you to keep you on my side
Eventough we grind
You may think that I deny you
Baby don’t worry
I am on my grind
Thats how we shame
In the land of the most high
Thats why I am shy
For the greatness that is suffocating on the inside
I know you are down to ride
But you have to now my heart is rotting on the inside testicals of my own ride
Now your are thinking
Why is he not on my side
Because baby I am on my grind
Ma meuf est disponsaaple
Regarde
Ton fies full off sable
Regarde
Moi je suis teriable
Regarde moi et toi c’est disponsable
Regarde
I met you in the gaardan
Regarde je suis un fanadre
Ton padra
C’est dis con sia ble
I am your father
Thats why u say
Mun dougjta
Padata tata
Ta ta ta ta
Da
Shalla la regarde a
Moi moi
Je suis
Le diable
Regarde
A mon arse reconsable
Pita madre
Avex la slase
Shaze a vec vex regarde
Ton ticket est disponsaable
Prochaine defuse
A greetings ti your madre
Regarde
Je suis waza el diable
Regarde ma meuf est disponsable
J suis une egoiste
Homophobic centirist
Avex ma sur que vivre avec mon vice
Je suis
Wassim el Hodaybi la egoiste
C’est desole
La egoist
Avec moi je sjuis avec moi
La egoiste
Dans mon brains
Je suis un madame exhibitionist
Pour la trans qui vivre la vie
En rose
Tabacc
Et la suisse
And la police its the sound of tha police whoop whoop
I am on the fucking stoep
In Utrecht met ke maatje Joeris
We gaan van links naar rechts maatje ik kan niet kieezzz
En dus wat doe ie je gaat liggen
Sluit je ogen maatje ik ga niet liegenn
Ik ben lief
Ik zeg het je eerlijk
Je kijkt me aan in disbelief
Because with beef
Is what i put on
A porcelain plate
So i can throw it in the binn
And fuck up my gezin
Because maatje ik kan niet kiezzzzennn
Nee niet kiezzen
I’m fine when I stay
Staring at you
Feeling right with you by my side
I keep it like it should be
I hold my heart up tight
Experimentation is by mi sada
We will be fine
Its gonna be fine
14837z
What are we doing to ourselves
We keep on rotting and rotting
Trying t keep on loving living
Whilest we are dying from the inside
We chase
Eachother
We decline eachoter
Whilest we should feel eachother
We are scared of eachother
So we try to hurt eachother
Whilest we should try to comfort eachother
We try to decline eachother
So we can profit from one antother
Whilest we cry for our mother
We ask ourselves
Where is our mother
Other people can’t be your mother
So we we try to keep on fighting eachother
So we try to fuck eachother
Instead of love eachother
So we keep try an other
To not love one another
But die for eachother
To stay away from eachother
And cry
About
An other
Selfishness
The road to nostalgia
A feeling of disgust and disbelief a way to get out of ones brains. The road to
endless ness and nothing ness. Covered in a nonesense a-political but political
cover story. A fashion statement discussed on the streets. A rat that lives to eat or
be eaten.
An appropriation or to open a discussion about homelessness. In the end he
returns to a save bed.
Welcome to the story of wazah is lost rattatouille. A lookback at a week of
swerving around on the streets an punching ones mind to further dimensions.
As wazah is known for finding meaning in literally the things that nobody turns to
their back to he managed to do it again. By not participating in the fashion
callander but by being around. Being a rat that lurks around but does not want to
be seen by who is actually around. But deep hearted he wants to be seen when he
knows he’s ready. Only the ones that have the same hearth frequency can actually
see him!
For this social experiment wazah choose a unconventional way to showcase his
creations during the fashion week. The idea started to linger up on thursday night 4
nights before he would take his journey. That night he felt a certain restlessness
and disquieting heartbeat in his body like there’s not a lot of time left and he needs
to push it. He wants to be found.
He made an idea to make a transportable buggy a homeless buggy to transport
his clothes and designs with him. To become a homeless fashionable streetrat. To
connect with the people on the streets. Why? He has been having this feeling that
he will end up on the streets. He is genuinely scared of it but understands that it is
a realistic thought that has been touched upon his heart. It’s difficult to describe
but once you know the efforts and dedication there’s been put in making ur
dreams come true a certain dissociative state of mind has to be put in
consideration. He truly is scared to end up homeless because he won’t be able to
attach to anyone or anything. He is scared and egomaniac. He loves but not wants
to be truly seen or touched. That’s why he wanted to put the streets as a
experiment into to work. To become able to use the streets as a test for how is
brains will connect the roads and frequencies on the goals to attach and being
found loved or lost.
Ideas are good but having to execute them is definitely difficult
I understand basquiat why he left his house whilest he actually came from a middle
class. He chose to live on the streets. Fighting his way to stardom. He wanted it
real bad. He knew he was a star and he had to get it. All we want in the end is
respect for what we have. Our ideas and our look on society our vision and ideas.
It is not easy to sell this and especially to be respected by the class that pays
money for your art.
Do a backflip a leap of wait in the air. And splash u can hit the ground or stick it.
I am scared
In side my chest my heart is beating real fast love is a strange thing it can keep u in
the same place. U have to get what u want. Eventought the people who love u
want u here u have to stick on your own road. Than u start questioning if their love
is genuine or they just want to eat ur heart out. The bumping feeling is just a sign u
need to get out’
Take a rest.
Maybe smoke one
Or two puffs
Of that ganja di waza
I mean words
Take a note on these words
Listen to your heart and hear these words
Pinggg
Day 1
I stepped on the bus i was ten minutes on time.
But what went on before has already almost costsed my moms and me a car
crash.
Always on the edge we said. Turn left or turn right. Is the main question of this
whole story. We in our family always consider left and right, crash almost in the
middle where the roads split.
Dangerous situation. You have to stop on time so you don’t hit the rail,
Drive backwards. And hit the road without getting hit by a trock that passes with
90km/h
Alhamdulilah we made it.
My feeling said turn left. The navigation seemed right, but only with a closer look.
Whatever.
So I areived at the bus. 3 Polish 2 bald and 1 with hair that was not wearing a
flixbus shirt. I arrived with my bugy and a detachable on the go fast grab version
that waza can detach from the 40 kg metal constructed bug wheeled buggy. Okay
i had to put it in the main bagage following the chauffeur. It was full of luggages I
should put it on top. It would damage the other luggages
Where is my chain?
Remember you are never to much
So i went into the bus. Trying to find a seet
Already the bald polisch chauffeur took my reserved chair.
I didn’t say anything i was kind so i went to sit behind this guy.
He was getting irritated by ever little movement eventough i understood his
irritation i was staying silent and respecting him. Normal human behaviour. Next
time i will ask for my spot that i paid for.
Because if u pay u should come and get it.
In the bus i was mainly thinking what should i do when i get there. I was a bit tired.
I had no headphones. Then i realized if i want this trip to go well i need to take
waves and follow my intuition and heart. Cringe but oke it should work. The first
appointment i would have was with Joris After i would arrive at 22:20 i would go to
the bar L’area at place bastille.
So i arrived at bercy. My luggage was way heavier than i could have imagined. But
it rolled luckily.
I arrive at bercy seine
I do 5 muscle ups.
Someone asked me a sigarette. I had one behind my ear. I don’t need anything
from him my sigarettes where deeply in my bag. I told him this is my only one. I
have 50 cigarettes with me i bought them at the stop in belgium. When i stepped
outside the bus. Someone that works for bonne recognized me. I knew i
Him from somewhere but i didn’t know exactly from where. When we came at the
desk to pay for our needs. I quickly went to to also get a bottle of water besides
my cigarettes. He was already gone when we payed. We met outside. Had a
conversation. He forgot to buy water also. Someone else came up to me to ask for
a cigarette. A broke student i told him you can buy them at the tankstation. The
guy offered me a cigarette he was kind. We talked about his school and how i am
struggling to find a place within the fashion industry. In between In between the
conversation i was very much in my own space aware of my surroundings and
time no stress to go back in the bus the chauffeurs where still having coffee. We
went back inside. He told me that we would maybe see each in paris. I wondered
he sat in the back of the bus i was sitting in the front.
When we arrived in paris we said goodbye and wished eachother luck. His
birthday would be on sunday and also a party of bonne reijn.
After i did my muscle ups Joris send me a message that he would be in the bar
L’area at 11. It’s half an hour away from me and it was already 10:40. I had to drink
some water refresh myself and let every step decide where i am going to.
Eventought i knew that L’area would be my first step for the paris trip because
Joris showed me he has good intentions. And I trust him.
When walking towards the metro i walked passed a water point. Other men where
drinking water there and washing themselves. I waited patiently and firstly ate a
nectarine which i quickly washed in between. I filled my bottle of water sat for a
second and than i realized that if i want to have a good week. I indeed need to
follow my heart. And do what i want to do. But I also need to be responsible for the
people i am in contact with. I need to be strong and have energy.
I saw someone washing themselves in order to start praying. I followed him,
eventought i didn’t know the proper order i washed my feet hands elbow hair ears
and nose. I put on my shoes as flipflops. I changed my outfit from my black suit
pants to my white linnen pants and white thanktop.
I prayed.
For my family
For the opportunities i have
For life
For love
And to be protected from pain.
I organized my bag luggage. Trying to not pay attention to the faces looking at this
bizarre object i followed the road. Peed in the urinoir.
Walked again
Someone smiled friendly.
Punks where appearing
I lost my lighter already
Someone was chilling in a cabrio car smoking
I asked him for a lighter. He gave it to me like i could have it. I gave it back after i
light my sigarette. A girl stepped in his car. He is gonna have a nice ride.
Joris phone was empty it was 23:30
I looked up a way to get to l’area it told me a train bla bla i went in to the
trainstation close to bercy. I could take the lift luckily because taking the metro is
almost impossible since there’s only chairs and the car is weight at least 50 kg.
I went into the wrong trainstation because it was closed. I looked up the route
again.
I could take the bus that would set me of closeby the bar we would meet. He
charged his phone and confirmed me he was still there so i went into the bus.
I was the almost the only one in the bus. I went into the car was going from left to
right but i was just listening to music. I had my sunglasses on the weather was
fresh. I stepped outside the bus didn’t pay. A homeless person looked at me with
big eyes i was to far in my own zone but i greeted her and she greeted me.
I hit the road walk with the car towards the bar close to bastille some drunk kids
that where laughing and laying on the street asked me in french if there was a dead
body inside the bag i said oui. I walked further calmly but surely since this was the
first encounter with people in a sterille area. I came to the bar Joris was there
inside sitting alone drawing. I left my car outside the restaurant.
Went inside
Greeted him.
Good energy
We went outside
smoked
Talked
Energy floating
He introduced me to the owner of the bar / restaurant also dressed in all white . He
seems to be helping artists and everyone in paris seams to know him. He knows
all the gallery’s etc. He seemed drunk in my opinion. But very kind. I didn’t want to
drink beer.
I could put my car save in the restaurant.
Joris and me went into the back of the restaurant. We could smoke there.
He went ti get two ginger beers
Bless.
I saw there was some dry bread laying there
One of the servers saw me taking a piece and told me that i can take what i want.
And that there is also still baguette. I took some. 2 seconds later he throws i few
glasses on the ground by accident. I told him that it will bring good luck.
Tried to help but it was not needed he said.
Me and joris sat down.
We talked our ideas and i explained him that i am sleeping on the street for the
week. He booked an hostel. He understood that it was my own fight still he wanted
to join the journey.
Respect
He showed me a sketch of an idea of an installation. He already spend the day in
Paris and said he knew a place where there was a abonded piano. Flowers and
saw palets. We would make a cage as idea for an performance set installation for
friday or sunday. The performance. I explained him that i would be doing still
Life performances during the week.
Okay
So whats next
We leave the place
They went to an other bar
I split my way
I wanted to sleep
Somehweher
Found a spot hnder a tree
My shoes with metal under where making alot if sound.
I found a cardbox
Opposite me someone else was sleeping.
I played some music
Closed my eyes
People where passing by
Yhey came from bars
They were together
They lived in the street
They where happy
I was worried
About myself
I couldn’t sleep
I wanted to find a more romantic spot
I looked up google maps
Took my car
Went on and walked
It was 3:40
I went to pont neuf the corner park in the seine island
I arrived around the bridge
They where playing music
A girl passed
I tried to make eyecontact because she looked nice
She looked at me and my car we didn’t speak
I crossed the bridge
Tought for a second to join some people that where having a great time at the
canal with music
I went
Came to the park
There was an older around 55-60 aged guy standing there smoking
It was past 04:00
He looked at me
I looked at him
He looked at my car
I saw him wondering
I wanted to know what he was up to
I asked questgue to fait maintenant
He said
I am meeting men
He took one puff
Blablabla