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A chronicle of the interconnected lives of a group of people in the lead up to Paris Fashion Week.
Sergei: Don't turn around. Don't look at me. It's Sergio. Your Sergio. How much time has gone by? You're more beautiful than ever. I thought you were convinced that I was dead. How many years? 40? 42? How old were you? Isabella de la Fontaine: Maybe 16 years old? Sergei: 18, I think. Isabella de la Fontaine: I was 15. Sergei: You were my child bride. Isabella de la Fontaine: We really were husband and wife Sergei: [I remember] *not translated in subtitles* Isabella de la Fontaine: And then - You left for Moscow on our wedding night. Sergei: We were Communists. Remember? Isabella de la Fontaine: You were a Communist. I was only 14 years old.
Kitty Potter: This is fucking fruitcake time. I mean - is that fashion, is it? I mean is there a message out there? I mean you got lot of naked people wandering around here.
[last lines] [dialog is not as loud as the song and is difficult to follow] Assistant to Milo: Trying to [unintelligible] Assistant to Milo: one is bigger than the other one. Milo O'Brannigan: OK, go on. Put the diapers on the kids, will you? Baby: Mama! Milo O'Brannigan: Come on, Winnie. All right. I guess just about here is about right, okay. Try it there. Assistant to Milo: [unintelligible] Milo O'Brannigan: [overlapping] Okay? Milo O'Brannigan: Hi, sweetie. Assistant to Milo: The shadow or - and the sun? I know. Milo O'Brannigan: Okay, let's go. Got it. Here, here. Assistant to Milo: [unintelligible] [shutter clicking several times]
[first lines] [subtitled version - opening lines are in French, the English subtitles are a very rough translation] Olivier de la Fontaine: [opening letter] Moscow? What's this about? Put that on the desk. Dear Mr. de la Fontaine: blah, blah, blah, blah... blah, blah, blah, blah... Isabella de la Fontaine: [to dog] Robin. Robin. I told you not to! It's dirty. You shouldn't do that. Not in the house. [to Olivier de la Fontaine] Isabella de la Fontaine: You're a shit.