Cecily: I’m still here. Living. I smell like wine though.
Alexander: Don’t we all.
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Cecily, on a Lacroix.
Cecily: I’ve met a Lacroix. He has an apartment in Brussels he’s not once slept in.
Alexander, on Portland.
Alexander: Zagat is still relevant here.
Alexander, on a life choice.
Alexander: I have abandoned any semblance of social activism for rampant hedonism and romantic individualism, as all my friends said I would.
Two friends, on love and the 18ème.
Cecily: I want to get married and live with him and a small cat in Montmartre.
Alexander: If he’s making you consider real estate in the 18ème, it’s a fact that your love is true.
Cecily, on gauche caviar.
Cecily: Being gauche caviar is so passé. I’ll take mine Beluga, and with no apologies, please.
Arnaud, on marriage.
Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.
Cecily, on being a Radiant Orchid.
Cecily: I’m rebranding all of the job titles at my agency after Pantone colours. Mine is “Radiant Orchid”.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
Two friends, on imaginary relatives.
Cecily: This Saturday, I’m having drinks with my Parisian “uncle” who wants to be the godfather of my children (that do not exist yet).
Santiago: Is that “uncle” as imaginary as your children or does he really exist? Standard question from a pharmacist working in a mental health drug company.
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