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.
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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?
Two friends, on life.
Cecily: I’m still here. Living. I smell like wine though.
Alexander: Don’t we all.
Cecily, on a Lacroix.
Cecily: I’ve met a Lacroix. He has an apartment in Brussels he’s not once slept in.
Alexander, on Portland.
Alexander: Zagat is still relevant here.
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.
Arnaud, on marriage.
Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.
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”.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
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