Two friends, on the Golden Ratio.

Vinnie: I would like to get your take on short legs and long torsos.

Cecily: With the right brain atop them both, they can be quite satisfactory.

Vinnie: Short legs and long torsos are an affront to the Fibonacci spiral.

Cecily, on beauty.

Cecily: The aim of beauty is to keep the populace hypnotised, (hence desperate to be led to safety), by the menacing wit of Wintours and other robots, manufactured upon polished skin and cigarettes. This world, all of it imaginary, is what we like best, for it is a reincarnation of the picture books we suckled at in our youth. In a world where the wild things are real, it’s all the better to see them cloaked in glitter.

Cecily, on expectations.

Cecily: I crumble when people expect too much from me romantically. But then, to an extent, I expect much of them. And the symmetry cripples us both, until all we can do is make out at the movies and try to forget we can’t really make eye contact for fear of not being or being in love.