sex and the city

Two friends, on love.

Alexander: Love is an illusion, death is inevitable.

Cecily: Love is not an illusion. Marriage is inevitable. I will be happy.

Alexander: The very existence of love, or indeed any sentiment, is questionable. Marriage is a social construct. Happiness is rampant hedonism.

Two friends, on reputation.

Cecily: I looked for you today at your Couleur Café.

Arnaud: Couleur Café isn’t my café anymore. Some rumours about me were born in that hellish place.

Cecily: I have had many rumours spread about me throughout Paris. Lights, camera, scandal! In fact, the staff at Le Meurice told a man I was courting that I was a high class escort.

Arnaud: People!

Cecily: Well, it’s expected in Paris. I kill them with my kindness and my charm.

Arnaud: You should consider swords.

Cecily: Sometimes my kindness comes off too flirtatious though…

Arnaud: Oh, I see. “I am not a hooker. I would like you to invite me to Arpège for dinner to explain it all”.

Two friends, on a spider.

Arnaud: I have the biggest of the big spiders in my hotel room. It’s 10cm in diametre…

Cecily: Did you measure him? Maybe you can catch him in a jar and pin him behind a picture frame like a scientifically mounted butterfly.

Arnaud: I just called the hotel staff. The spider is now a crêpe.

Cecily, on Paris.

Cecily: Paris is not the city of lights, but the city of men. The streets crawl with both fine specimens of the race and skew-whiff tripod-like creatures, relentlessly parading through the streets with their cocks to the sky.