Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.
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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”.
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.
Two friends, on work.
Cecily : What does she do?
Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!
Cecily, on sweet potatoes.
Cecily: I choose my sweet potatoes for their aesthetic merit.
Alexander, on love and Portland.
Alexander: I think this is the death of me — falling in love with a man on the West Coast and relaxing further into the blissful black hole of soft drugs and rampant socially acceptable alcoholism that is Portland.
Cecily, on Nicolas.
Cecily: Why Nicolas, you’re looking incredibly Bogart today. You’re practically coffee stained and singed around the edges.
Two friends, on Tinder.
Arnaud: I won’t go back on Tinder. How could I say “Hi, I’m Arnaud. I see a psychiatrist and a magnetist !” ?
Cecily: Instead, tell everyone you see dead people. Way cooler. Vintage ’90s.
Jonathan, on Cecily.
Jonathan: I wonder if sometimes I am the mermaid and you are the argonaut.
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.
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