culture

Two friends on movements.

Raj: Hippies were a real counter culture. They were a movement against something.

Cecily: And hipsters are simply trying to move the world towards typewriters.

Alexander, on June.

Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.

Cecily, on Nicolas.

Cecily: Why Nicolas, you’re looking incredibly Bogart today. You’re practically coffee stained and singed around the edges.

Cecily, on her work, her passion.

Cecily: I am a Creative Strategist. I may not save lives, but I sure as hell guarantee the emotional wellbeing of aesthetes.

Two friends, on the conventional.

Arnaud: Who is Lina?

Cecily: A good friend of mine.

Arnaud: I have seen her in photographs. She is extraordinarily gorgeous. Is she weird, or desperately conventional?

Cecily, on herself.

Cecily: Horizontal mobility would suit me just as well as upward mobility in this life. I have already reached a level of refinement and class unrivalled, and now I seek to enrich my experience, broadly and without apology.

Two friends, on an orchestra.

Cecily: Yves went to inform his music teacher that he’s staying in Paris so he can be with me forever, instead of joining the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra.

Charles: You have a responsibility to the global art world. Just drug him and put him on the Eurostar.