Cecily and Anastasia: I love my husband.
friends
Alexander, on Australians.
Alexander: I helped multiple gorgeous Australian men at the boulangerie today. I don’t know how you ever left your motherland. Yours are a wonderful and lust-inspiring people.
Alexander, on the world wide web.
Alexander: I’m thinking of taking a break from the nonessential internet. It’s wreaking havoc with my blood pressure.
Alexander, on true love.
Alexander: I sat next to Slavoj Žižek’s more attractive doppelgänger on the bus today. In that moment I truly knew what it is to love a man.
Two friends, on lipstick.
Cecily: Every one of my white clothes is now ruined thanks to a lipstick that weaselled its way into my washing machine.
Alexander: Was the lipstick at the very least Saint Laurent?
Cecily, on a Lacroix.
Cecily: I’ve met a Lacroix. He has an apartment in Brussels he’s not once slept in.
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.
Cecily, on gauche caviar.
Cecily: Being gauche caviar is so passé. I’ll take mine Beluga, and with no apologies, please.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
Rahoul, on himself.
Rahoul: I am a very convenient human being.
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