romance

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?

Alexander: Zagat is still relevant here.

Alexander: I have abandoned any semblance of social activism for rampant hedonism and romantic individualism, as all my friends said I would.

Cecily: Being gauche caviar is so passé. I’ll take mine Beluga, and with no apologies, please.

Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.

Cecily: I’m rebranding all of the job titles at my agency after Pantone colours. Mine is “Radiant Orchid”.

Rahoul: I am a very convenient human being.

Cecily: A quote is eternal if you can recontextualise the fuck out of it and it still holds true.

Cecily : What does she do?

Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!

Cecily: I choose my sweet potatoes for their aesthetic merit.