Alexander: I have a pathological terror of all reptiles. It’s almost as crippling as my fear of the Gap.
rich kids of paris
Two friends, on budgets.
Cecily: Raj says my version of being on a budget is purchasing a €20,000 dress for €2,000.
Ohan: That is a great deal. Especially if you can sell it for €10,000.
Cecily: The problem is, I get attached to things. Especially things I have acquired through good deals. I feel it in my soul. In my blood. The deal-making. I am my mother’s daughter.
Ohan: Which part of your blood makes you not sell?
Cecily: The Cecily part.
Raj, theorising.
Raj: You have a charmed life Cecily. Perhaps your last life was horrendous, and this incarnation is your compensation. I wonder if before this, you were Jesus.
Raj to Cecily, clueless.
Raj: If you want to do breakfast at Tiffany’s, we should definitely book a table. I don’t want to have to queue, like we did at that other bourgeois place you dragged me to.
Two friends, preparing for bad news.
Charles: I have disturbing news Cecily. Sit down if you aren’t already seated. Or sprawl out on an ottoman or something.
Cecily: I am sprawled. And I’m in the best place for bad news. I’m at the Plaza.
Cecily, on Fashion Week.
Cecily: I am knitted together tonight by malaise and luxury, in an old hotel room in Saint Germain, gifted to me by a client because it is Fashion Week, and this is how fashion people represent their gratitude. It is well received — I love luxury.
Charles, on oats.
Charles: I’ve been catching the train recently. The insights are amazing. For example, ordinary people often smell like oats in the morning.
Raj to Cecily, on her version of work.
Raj: All you are doing is walking down the street saying hello to people, in the mornings, in the afternoons and in the evenings. You are not a socialite. Socialites do not wave to waiters.
Two friends, on liqueur.
Cecily: What is your opinion of Chartreuse?
Christian: I don’t do spirits I’m afraid. Except in weird ouija type scenarios.
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