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Two friends on movements.

Raj: Hippies were a real counter culture. They were a movement against something.

Cecily: And hipsters are simply trying to move the world towards typewriters.

Two friends, on family

Cecily: My father arrives in Paris tomorrow.

Alexander: I will pray for you, to whatever agnostic force exists in the beyond.

Cecily: You need not do that. My father is lovely.

Alexander: Oh really? I thought you too suffered from a case of « batshit family ».

Cecily: I do have a batshit family, but probably not in your sense. We’re high-functioning on the bad-shit spectrum.

Alexander, on love and Portland.

Alexander: I think this is the death of me — falling in love with a man on the West Coast and relaxing further into the blissful black hole of soft drugs and rampant socially acceptable alcoholism that is Portland.

Alexander, on June.

Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.

Cecily, on Nicolas.

Cecily: Why Nicolas, you’re looking incredibly Bogart today. You’re practically coffee stained and singed around the edges.

Two friends, on Tinder.

Arnaud: I won’t go back on Tinder. How could I say “Hi, I’m Arnaud. I see a psychiatrist and a magnetist !” ?

Cecily: Instead, tell everyone you see dead people. Way cooler. Vintage ’90s.

Cecily, on her work, her passion.

Cecily: I am a Creative Strategist. I may not save lives, but I sure as hell guarantee the emotional wellbeing of aesthetes.