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-Who, me? -Yeah, yeah,

just now, you were talking to somebody on the phone, right?

Yes. Yes, I was.

She's cute.

Yeah, well, who were you talking to on the phone right now?

Who was that?

You know what? I love you when you are jealous.

-Excuse me. I think... I do believe... -I'm sorry.

I do believe. Well, hello.

-Hello. -How are you? My name's Kitty Potter.

-Nice to see you. -Nice to see you as well.

I'm very upset. It was so sudden.

I'm so... Also, I'm very sad for Simone.

The reaction I have is absolutely personal

and I can't talk about it on TV.

I'm not happy. I'm just...

I just think that the Earth does not cry.

I saw him just, like, two weeks ago and he was looking all right.

I think it's sad also because of the organisation.

I have a show starting in a couple of minutes.

Here's the designer and his wife, Violetta,

revelling in post-show euphoria.

Violetta, Cort, it was great. It was out of this world.

We'll never see it again.

Congratulations. Thank you. Congratulations.

Hello, darling. Unbelievable.

A wonderful show. What about the shapes? Are they feminine?

Well, Kitty, I think that my ideal woman

has a bust, waist, and hips,

and she's not shy of her shoulders.

I think shoulders are very fresh again.

And, of course, legs. She doesn't have to have legs,

but it's wonderful if she does. Don't you think?

And it seems that she's also got...

Excuse me. I'm putting this in your pocket.

I think you should read it, and then I think you should call me.

Oh, my Lord, Albertine!

God, it's hot in there.

Harry Belafonte! Harry!

Give it to me.

Mr Belafonte, can we do an interview with Kitty Potter?

-Hey. -Hi, how are you?

-Remember me? -Yes, I do.

Great. Could we do that interview now? Do you mind?

-Yeah, sure. -Are we rolling?

I'm standing here with a gentleman who needs no introduction, I believe.

-Hi. -What brings you to Paris?

I'm here doing a film.

It's about Ronald Reagan becoming president again.

Nancy Reagan is running a secret government.

Ollie North is Secretary of Health and Human Resources.

And Sidney Poitier is playing the part of

a black guy who takes over American Express.

What's going on?

Give her some room. Give some air!

Bedlam has broken out here, backstage at Cort Romney's show.

Isabella de la Fontaine has fainted.

She has lost consciousness. Is she dead? Is she dead?

No, she just fainted. She's okay.

She isn't dead. She is not dead.

I don't know her condition. Has somebody called the medics?

I didn't order that.

A gift from the management.

What?

A compliment of the... Yeah. Okay.

Listen, listen. You know where my laundry is?

My clothes, the laundry?

...clothes. Things taken from different places and putting them together

and adding a little life...

Laundry?

-No, not quite. -Everything's close to the body.

You believe in a very vivid line.

Yeah, I like, you know, to express the body. You know.

Tight so it expresses an individual spirit in everybody, you know.

Thank you for joining me with Style. I'm Elsa Klensch.

Isabella de la Fontaine is in stable condition,

stable condition. She's being examined here right now,

right now by a team of fashion doctors,

here at the site of Cort Romney's show.

Madame de la Fontaine had just rocked the fashion world

by taking her husband's symbolically vacant seat in the front row,

wearing what fashion observers could only speculate

to be a vintage Dior dress, we think.

Until his untimely death,

Olivier de la Fontaine was commonly known to be involved with

Simone Lowenthal for most of the duration of the marriage.

Here she is right now, and she's looking mighty fine to me!

Hello, who made your dress?

Garter belt. Garter belt of lace?

And camisole?

And do you have a lace bra?

With cute panties?

Very nice. The belt.

Very nice accessories. Yes, this one is very good.

Accessories. Accessories.

No, he doesn't even suspect.

But he's such a bitch! I mean,

he's snooping through all of my things, he's going through my pockets.

He says we have to be careful.

Of course, I'm going to get rid of him.

I just have to wait till after the collection, okay?

-I love you. -I love you, too. Bye.

Could we do a little thing here? Do you mind?

-Okay. -Okay.

Okay. Can we just have this right here? Thank you, thank you.

Anyway, I'm with the man who gave us fetish fashions.

He gave us pierced nipples and... I can't say that.

I don't think I can say that.

Anyway, tell me your ideas on beauty. Would you, please?

I think there is not only one idea of beauty, I think there is

a lot of different kind of beauty.

And it's exactly what I try to show in my different collection. You know,

that there is different people coming from different parts,

that has not the profile, Greek profile, or something like that,

but can be beautiful. I try to show, like, a kind of a tolerance

where is that, you know, to be different,

you can be, and to be proud about it, and to live like that.

Well, you've heard it here from the wizard of our Oz,

Jean Paul Gaultier. And I'm Kitty Potter with FAD.

So, I got your note.

Well, I sort of had to resort to that, you know.

You're so hard to get to with all those people around you.

Would you like cream or milk with your tea?

No, I don't like tea.

Well, that's fine. We can just get right to the point, Milo.

-May I call you Milo, Mr O'Brannigan? -Sure. Love the way you say it.

Sounds just like me old mother.

Warms the cockles of my heart.

You know what I want to talk about, don't you?

Haven't the foggiest. But I love surprises.

And I love your work.

I want you to sign with Elle.

I'll get you everything you want. I'd stake my job on it.

-Would you, now? -Yes, I would.

And more than that.

What could be more than that, Miss Krumm?

Well, let's see, I would

get down on my hands and knees if I thought it would help.

Well, you never know. It might help.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you said would it help if you got down on your hands and knees?

And I said, "Well, you never know, it might help."

It might help.

And you think I won't do that, don't you?

Just you watch me.

Does that make you happy?

What the hell are you doing? You goddamn idiot!

Cut that out!

Get out! Get the hell out of my room!

You know what you are? You are a goddamn amateur!

You are the fucking Irish flavour of the month!

Where are my clothes?

Jack took them.

What do you mean he took them?

Don't ask. Your son is no good.

Okay, Pilar.

-He's driving me crazy. -Okay. Where are the clothes?

The Milo O'Brannigan shoot.

Shit!

Winnie! Get over here!

What is going on? I've got dog shit all over me shoe.

Who brought a dog in here?

-None of us. -Come on, hurry up. Get it off.

That's one of the reasons we wear these boots.

In Texas you're always stepping in something.

Take it away and incinerate it.

-Good morning. -Good morning, Milo.

I brought a little present for you there.

Listen, could you clear out of here?

'Cause I want to get this thing done kind of fast, okay?

Okay. All right, Clint. Clint.

Come on, pay attention. Let's go.

Okay, let's do this.

Hi.

How you doing, Eve? Hey, Kiki. Could you take your positions, please?

-Sure. -Let's have a look at this.

Look, you got... Constant, you got the Polaroids?

Yeah, what're we selling, hats or boots? Get the hats off.

-The exposition is fine? -Yeah, yeah, it's all right.

Yeah, that's not bad. It looks all right, actually.

Okay.

So, listen, you all look gorgeous

and talented and full of sexual allure and all that kind of stuff.

Which is just as well because the clothes are kind of boring.

These boots were made for walking.

Okay. Over here, please.

That's okay. Chin up. Over here, yeah.

We're doing fine. Okay, imagine you're walking around

in fucking Texas or someplace like that.

This is so fucking now, you know.

Okay, you're John Wayne, you hate the camera.

Over here. That's good.

That's good. Over here. Think cowboy, you know.

There. Chin up, please, Gamiliana. Yeah, very Randolph Scott.

It was good, it was great. Over here. I like that sullen look.

Okay, that's good. Keep it there. Hold it. Keep it there.

Okay, merci. Very, very nice.

Here's the taxi. Thank you.

Saint-Germain-du-Prix, s'il vousplaît. Or is it Saint-Germain-des-Prés?

I don't know.

Toutes les bags.

-2340, s'il vous plaît. -Pardon?

Vingt-trois quarante,please.

Milo O'Brannigan, s'ilvousplaît. Sissy Wanamaker, Harper's Bazaar.

Milo.

It's the Wanamaker woman.

Hold on.

It's the woman from Harper's Bazaar, you know.

-Hi, Miss Wanamaker. -Sissy.

All right. Sissy. I was just thinking about you.

-You were? -Yeah, I was.

Well, I've been thinking about you, too, Milo.

-Have you now, Sissy? -Yes, Milo. Yes, I have.

I really have.

-I'll get it. -No, you don't. I'll get the door.

You get the contract. Where is it?

-Okay, okay. Okay, on the dresser. -Okay, put it on the bed.

Okay.

Miss, any time you need me, I'll be there, okay?

Yes, okay. Just go. Just go.

Come on in.

I'm surprised you're alone.

Where's your entourage?

Aren't you scared to be in a room alone with me?

I am.

How about some champagne?

You got a beer?

A beer. Let me look.

I like beer. Actually, I prefer it to champagne.

But, you know, when in Rome, do as the Parisians do.

I like a man who drinks beer. Actually, my father drank it constantly.

Don't forget, he was part Irish.

How nice. But then, you do know about lighting, don't you?

Shall we drink out of the glasses or just drink out of the bottle?

The bottle's fine.

This is ale, but, well, that's the same as beer, isn't it?

Here's to us.

Shamrock.

You don't know how much I admire you, Milo.

-Do you, now? -Yes, I do.

Nice suite. Big bed.

Milo, you're driving me insane.

I'm acting like a three-year-old teenager, for God's sake.

I'm the editor of a fashion magazine, and you're the photographer.

But I'm American and I'm so noisy, and you're so quiet!

So goddamn Irish, I mean, you're like the quiet man.

I don't know what to do. I want you to sign this contract and I want you!

So take me!

What are you doing?

God, what are you doing?

You son of a bitch! Get out of here! Get out of here!

Stop it! Viviene! Viviene!

You son of a bitch!

This is Kitty Potter live from Paris.

And there's a kind of Mad Hatter magic in the air here tonight,

judging by Nina Scant's magnificent millinery.

A chic international crowd is gathering here

at the elegant restaurant Ledoyen

to see a new collection of haute bijoux

from the celebrated jeweller Bulgari.

Why don't you open your eyes? Arrogant bastard.

This is pure poetry here tonight

with some of the most beautiful jewels I've ever seen

glittering everywhere you look,

especially on the lovely throat of Isabella de la Fontaine.

We haven't seen Isabella on the social circuit for more than 25 years,

and she certainly made absolutely sure we won't miss her here tonight.

In every great while, Paris plays host to a glittering evening

so filled with charm and fantasy, it feels like

you've just walked right to the other side of the looking glass.

Inside, we'll sit down to the sumptuous contemporary cuisine

that has earned Ledoyen its constellation of Michelin stars.

But first, the dessert. Let's go inside

and have a look at the jewellery, shall we?

I'm here with Paolo Bulgari, the third generation of a house

which built its name on preserving and enhancing

the style and workmanship of the Italian Renaissance,

and the 19th century Roman school of artisans.

Paolo, the latest collection is a foray into the subtleties of porcelain.

How did it evolve?

I'll tell you, about a couple of years ago...

I feel very at home here. It's so great to be in the middle of all this again.

Every six months, and it flip-flops. It's something different.

If we meet here, the car will be available...

You just stay with me.

-Please, I will be a second. -Viviene, no second.

-Just get over here. -Porcelain has never been used before.

It's very different.

It's beautiful. Just marvellous. Thank you so much.

How do you find the jewellery?

"How do you find the jewellery?"

Well, I usually shove my hand down the back of the sofa.

Hopefully, I come up with something.

I'm talking about the Bulgari porcelain pieces.

Yes, I know you are. But it's just... It's such a boring question to ask.

You know, unimaginative.

Can't anyone ask anything serious every now and again?

Okay. How do you feel that 50 percent of the world's pollution

is caused by the textile mills?

The person I blame and hate the most is me, of course.

I'm the one to blame. It's my fault. I know.

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. It's my fault. I'm the one to blame.

You couldn't help yourself.

-Really? -Yeah, it was unfair of me.

You're not all that irresistible, you know.

I did have a little something to do with this decision. I assure you. Okay.

-I didn't mean it that way. -It was my choice.

In fact, I'd say you had very little to do with the decision. Okay?

You are simply a pawn in this game.

Game?

That's great. You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?

You're telling me you just fall into bed with the first person

to pour you a glass of wine?

That is just so typical of you to always go for the really cheap, low...

Always? Always? Wait a second, I don't know you! I just met you!

-I'm not your fucking husband! -Well, I'm not your fucking wife!

Who do you think I am?

Well, I'm trying to figure that out!

-Are you? -Yes, I am!

-Well, don't strain yourself! -Well, don't worry!

I won't!

Are you going to watch more of that fashion shit?

No, I'm looking for a soccer game, you asshole.

Citroën would just like to point out that the new Xantia is equipped

with a remarkable, unified passenger safety structure.

-Do you want to dance? -Yeah.

Xantia. Discover what Citroën can do for you.

-Cher! -Hey.

I'm Kitty Potter for FAD, and this is Cher.

-Hey. -Hi.

-How are you doing? -Fine.

Great. You enjoying this party? We're at the Bulgari party.

-Yes, I am, I'm... Yes. -In Paris, yes. At Paris. All right.

Would you talk about it for us?

Well, yeah. I actually think that

the whole thing behind all of this prêt-à-porter

and all of this thing is about women trying to be beautiful.

None of us are going to look like Naomi Campbell.

None of us are going to look like Christy Turlington,

-so, in a way I think it's kind of sad... -And not many of us are going to

look like you, either, so...

Well, yeah. I don't know, I mean, I'm a victim as well as a perpetrator of this.

And I think it's not about what you put on your body.

I think it's more about what you are on the inside.

-I mean, this is Cher! -I've never exactly...

We have taken Paris by storm. By storm, by storm, by storm.

At last. A table and chair.

Madame de la Fontaine.

-Yes? -May I introduce myself?

-I'm Kitty Potter. -What a cute name.

-It's not real. It's just for TV. -Mine is not real either.

No, I know, it was your husband's name, right?

Not really. Excuse me.

-I love your jewels. -Thank you.

Hey. Hey. I got a jacket just like that.

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Pardon me.

Hi. I'm Fiona Ulrich. I'm from The New York Times.

-Hi. How are you? -Hi.

I just want to... How do you find this year's collections differing

from last year's?

Well, I don't know.

Let me see the ones of Regina.

Look, she's over there. She knows we're talking about her.

Milo. Milo O'Brannigan.

He pretty much controls how women think that they have to look

-in, like, 39 countries. -Bye, Eve.

I have to run.

-Craig, come on. -I was just... There was just...

Please, come!

Don't turn around. Don't look at me.

It's me, 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? Forty, forty-two?

How old were you?

Maybe sixteen years old.

Eighteen, I think.

I was fifteen.

You were my child bride.

We really were husband and wife.

And then...

You left for Moscow on our wedding night.

We were Communists. Remember?

You were a Communist. I was only fourteen years old.

Milo, you have to do a book. A book of tragedy. You have to.

-It's just a hobby, you know. -It's brilliant.

-I get so bored with the other gig. -Look at these tired old tits.

-It's just, quelle tragique. -It's like blackmail, right?

You're gonna blackmail people or what?

You watch out, Cy, I might get one of you.

No, I want a print of this one right here.

You're a porno photographer!

Passes the time anyway, you know.

The very day I arrived in Moscow, Stalin died.

The changes, the confusion, fears and fright...

I had no way to contact you.

I couldn't telephone.

I couldn't telegraph you. Time went by.

My own life was in danger.

I had to change my identity.

I gave myself a Russian name.

I'm a tailor like my father.

I started to make clothes...

for the officials of the new government.

One day, in a French newspaper,

I read that you had married Olivier de la Fontaine.

My heart broke. I still love you, and I...

Isabella, I'm so sorry about the death of your husband.

Thank you very much, indeed.

I want you to take them back to my hotel. There's my key, okay?

-Okay. -Bring the key back to me immediately.

-No problem. I'll be back in a minute. -Okay.

Winnie, tell you what. You can take a walk. I'll see you tomorrow sometime.

-Do you know that boy? -Who? Alain! Yes, I know him.

Good. Follow him. Get that key for me.

Bring it back here before he gets back. Do you understand?

But how?

I don't know how. That's what you're here for.

Use your brain, your... Your breasts, anything, but get me that key.

-I don't think he likes girls. -Well, then, act like a boy.

De la Fontaine was not murdered. I know, because I was there.

You were there?

And you didn't kill him?

What a shame.

We have to meet. I'll explain everything.

Tomorrow, at a place where we won't be recognised.

At the Eiffel Tower. No, too crowded.

We'll meet at the Rodin Museum. At ten. At the statue of The Thinker.

But I don't get up before noon.

At twelve, then.

At twelve, I have aerobics.

Well, at four.

Four is good.

It's a surprise. I can't tell you.

Well, I'll meet you later at the Arc, okay?

It's a surprise. I can't tell you. Excuse me, everybody. Goodbye.

Slim, I'm going to go see my mother.

I have a headache. Listen, I have to get going. Sorry.

Honey, I'll speak to you later.

Give my love to Mother, please.

-Cort. -Bye, sis.

Clint, do you mind helping me down the stairs?

-No, not at all. -I think I snapped my heel.

Excuse me, Slim. Call of nature.

-See you, Slim. -Right.

White or red?

Some rose, please.

Good colour!

Oh, my God. You evil son of a bitch.

Stupid card... Give me a fucking key. I love keys.

Now, do you have any more of these wonderful photographs to show me?

Come here, you big gorilla.

You animal.

Did you fart?

I never fart. Only when I drink champagne.

You're a great shape of a woman, do you know that?

-Let me get my coat off. -I'm sick of all these models.

They're like walking implants.

I'm so hot.

Come on and sit down. Here, do you want a drink?

-God, I'd love one. Lovely. -Do you like Irish whisky?

-I love it. -That's the good stuff.

-Can I have a glass, please? -No, knock it back. You'll love it.

-Great. -Go on, sit down, relax.

Oh, you know... I just love Ireland. It's fantastic. It's so beautiful.

We landed in Shannon last year and we drove around the Ring of Kerry,

which is unbelievably beautiful.

We stayed at a couple of hotels. They weren't bad.

I think one was in the Relais & Châteaux, which is my bible.

The people were fantastic.

I mean, I don't think Irish people are thick.

-I think you're lyrical and... -Come here, you big animal!

Oh, God. You have no savoir-faire, Milo. At all.

Come here, and I'll show you me boudoir.

Where are we going? We're going to your boudoir.

-I love your use of the language. -Come here.

Come on, get that Gaultier stuff off you.

What? I'll never get it over my Philip Treacy hat.

Philip Treacy, the Galway charlatan.

He's a genius.

Fucking photographs! Stop it! That's enough!

No more! Stop taking fucking photographs, you animal!

Jesus... I wondered what that clicking sound was!

You must be gay if you want me in that position anyway!

You little shit!

Don't take any more fucking photographs, you... Stop it!

-That's... I'll get the camera off you. -Good night.

You Irish wanker!

You Irish, you are thick, I take it back!

You're fucking stupid!

And you wouldn't know what to do with your fucking country

if we gave it back to you! You bog-runner!

Where's my bag?

Jesus Christ.

Each death seems different. Yet the results are always the same.

The person no longer lives. A croissant?

Dead is dead.

When will we know?

Oh, we already know.

What do we know?

We know he is dead.

That I am sure of.

I know we know he is dead. But why?

Why?

That's a difficult question. Why... Tomorrow, we will know how.

Tomorrow?

At least we know the two men had the same taste.

-And how do we know that? -They wore the same tie.

Dane!

The telephone is ringing!

Dane?

-Hello? -What happened to my clothes?

What are you doing with Milo O'Brannigan?

What's going on around here?

-I can explain everything, Mother. -Oh, I doubt it.

Where have you been all night? Huh?

-Hello? -I'll call you back, Mother.

I'll call you back.

I want to know where you've been all night. Dane!

I spent the night with my sister. How about you?

Hello?

Mr Flynn? This is the concierge. We have secured a room for you.

I am sending the key right away.

I don't want it.

Is that the laundry, or our bags, or a room?

My wife.

The bellboy's bringing the new room key now.

No. No, I don't need it.

We are sorry for the inconvenience.

I don't want it.

I hope you enjoy your stay at the Grand Hotel.

No, écoutez. Come on, man. Hello?

Excuse me, you're on my cords. Thank you, my own cameraman.

This is Kitty Potter. Are we rolling? This is Kitty Potter live in Paris

-with the queen of knit, Sonia Rykiel. -Thank you, thank you.

It was a wonderfully sensual show. The collection was beautiful, Sonia.

Please, you speak too quick for me. Because my English is not too good.

We need a translator here. I think we're having a little problem right here.

Mr Flynn, here's the key...

No, I don't want it.

to your new room...

What? Are you fucking deaf?

Are you deaf? I don't want it.

But, Mr Flynn, excuse me...

It's your key...

I don't want it. It's not my room. I don't want it.

Understand? Goodbye. Aurevoir. All right? Goodbye. Aurevoir.

You're not Mr Flynn?

Goodbye.

-Morning. -Paper. Great.

Where have you been? I'm Mr Flynn. Did you bring my key?

Winnie! Where's my coffee?

Do I have to do everything meself?

Jesus Christ. What happened to the proofs? Winnie!

The proofs! What happened to the negatives?

Where else would an underground designer go but underground?

I'm standing in the crush of Cy Bianco's fans who've gathered

here in an abandoned Metro station to see what Generation X wants to wear.

-Wait a minute. -Wait a minute, what?

-There's Cort Romney. -Wait a minute. Wait. It's Cort Romney,

who professes never to look at fashion magazines

and never visits anyone else's atelier.

Cort, to what do we owe this delightful pleasure?

I must've missed my stop.

This obviously isn't Gare Saint-Lazare, is it?

-No, I don't believe it is. -I have one more thing to say

to the press in general and to you, Potty, in particular.

How many G's are there in "bugger off"? Excuse me.

Well, what an artistic temperament!

At least I'm not fucking other people's husbands.

So?

Somebody's fucking mine.

I think you're being a bit neurotic. You don't know that, anyway.

There's nothing neurotic about what I'm saying. I'm not being overly sensitive.

How do you know? How do you know?

I can smell it on him, and it smells very close to home.

Any spies out there?

Vogue. Harper's...

Well, wonder who's going to sign Milo O'Brannigan?

Well, Vogue is very happy that his contract's up,

so I guess that leaves a clear track for you two.

Elle's not interested in has-beens.

Really? I would have thought you'd be on your hands and knees to sign him.

-In fact, I think you were. -What did he tell you, Sissy?

-Nothing. Just something I saw. -He showed you pictures of me?

Let's just say I saw them. I haven't seen yours yet, Nina.

I'm sure they're wonderful.

How do you know that he took photographs of me?

I was in the room.

What do you mean you were in the room?

Well, I wasn't actually in the room. I was in the closet.

He took photographs of all three of us?

-Yes, he did. -God, he's a misery.

-He's a menace. Psychopath. -Well, not to worry, girls. Not to worry.

I have the negatives of the Lammeraux boot shoot.

You sold my company.

You sold me to a Texan shoemaker?

Boots. A very rich bootmaker.

Without my permission? Without asking me?

But who are you? You know, you're worse than your father was.

Whoever that was.

You sell and buy everything. Even your own mother.

I did it for your own good, Mother.

-My own good? -Yes.

Who decide? A philanderer? A traitor? A liar?

Shit! Don't you know we're out of money?

And where are these people?

They're here.

-Here? -They're outside.

But it's a done thing, Mother.

There is nothing you can do. I did it for you.

You'll be rich now. You'll be rich.

Okay. Well, let them in.

I want to meet my new boss.

You'll see. Things will turn out just great.

-Yeah. -You'll still be the designer,

and we won't have any more problems about money.

You'll be just like Lagerfeld or Lacroix, or Ferré.

Isabella!

But, but why?

Why did you contact my second husband?

I was afraid you wouldn't see me.

So you tried to blackmail him.

Blackmail? Me?

Thank goodness he's dead.

I'm glad you killed him. I'm really glad.

No, no, I didn't kill him. I can explain everything.

-Then explain. Explain. -Well, it's a long story...

Major Hamilton. Marshall Field's of Chicago. Fashion director.

I want to say what you're doing... What you're doing is sensational.

It's very adventurous. You're a real hero.

Of course, it's not right for my place, you know.

I mean, we're very traditional.

You know, conservative. But maybe ten years down the line.

Well, it's not for everybody, right?

No, it isn't. But I'll tell you, the younger employees in my place

all love your stuff.

Where's Cy?

Where the hell’s Cy?

Where's Cy? He went that way.

-Just calm down. -I'm calm.

Why don't you talk in English?

You think I have an attitude problem?

What the hell are you saying? What the hell is she talking about?

-Bitch! -You are the bitch!

What are you doing here?

Slut! How could you, you cunt?

No, you're the cunt!

She's right!

You're a cunt, you adulterating, mendacious

cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt.

Hi, Cy! Thought you were hiding from us.

Wonderful show, just wonderful.

We loved it. Just loved it.

I'm glad you liked it.

Would you do a little thing with us? For FAD? Do you mind?

Hi, everybody.

Do you mind if I just get right in here? Can I have... Okay.

Can we roll? We roll? Okay, let's go.

Hey, everybody.

Kitty Potter coming at you from Cy Bianco's funking fashion show.

Cy, that was super fine. Tell us about the collection.

Right, I'm trying to do something like stocking tops,

and layers, you know. Old clothes.

Taking old clothes from, like, Tati, different places, and reshaping them

really tight for the youth, you know. Not so expensive.

-Right. -Brilliant work.

Absolutely brilliant. You are a pagan.

You are to the '90s what lava lamps were to the '70s.

It's prêt-à-go-go-go-go-go. It's plastic, it's rap, it's fabulous, it's Cy.

Lookie, lookie. This is what I've been waiting for.

No, that's the Rykiel shoot.

Well, where are the proofs?

Yeah, well, there's a problem with the proofs.

Oh, I was afraid of that. You mean the boot idea didn't work?

No, the boots worked fine. It's just, there's a problem with the negatives.

-I'll get that. -Milo,

are you trying to tell me the lab fucked up?

No, I'm not trying to tell you the lab fucked up. But there is a fuck-up

with the negatives.

Well, what am I going to tell Clint? I mean, you know, he seems very quiet

on the outside, but he can be a real monster.

Well. What have we here? A publisher's convention?

Looks like a scene from Macbeth.

Negotiations.

-What did she say? -She said, "Negotiations."

-But what does she mean? -I think she means negotiations.

When did that come?

This afternoon. This morning.

-Where was I? -Sleeping.

My bagage!

We found your baggage.

It was not in lost baggage. It was in found baggage.

Compliments of the hotel.

This is so beautiful. Come outside.

Come here and look at this view. It is so beautiful.

Paris.

You're the only view I want to see.

Oh, Major.

Oh, honey. Come inside.

I want to show you some of the things I bought today.

Come here.

This is the Sonia Rykiel I was telling you...

What a beautiful colour.

Yes. I love the colour.

-Material’s beautiful. -This is beautiful.

It's kind of a Chinese thing with the little frogs on the side.

-It's a very beautiful thing. -It's nice and long, too.

-This is the pièce de résistance. -It's wonderful.

It's an opera coat!

-The colour! Victorian! -This is beautiful, isn't it?

Elizabethan! It's beautiful. I love it.

-Now this is, of course, the best. -Stop it.

-It's a Chanel suit! -Stop it!

Yeah? Yeah? Great.

Hey there, again.

This is Kitty Potter giving you a glimpse of fashion in the making.

We're behind the scenes at Simone Lo as she rehearses her show.

And from what we can tell here, all those models will be wearing

none other than cowboy boots.

Let's look around to see what else we can find.

Dane, we have to talk.

Did you hear something?

No, maybe just a rat.

-Are there rats here? -Yeah, but they're harmless, darling.

What would you say is the difference between

a cross-dresser and a transvestite?

Well, actually, cross-dresser is just another way of saying transvestite,

which is the same thing but coming from the Latin root.

How do you choose what you're going to wear?

-What... -This is the big problem.

Yeah, because I have too many things, and it is very difficult to know

what to choose, you know, from one situation to the other.

And you have to be able to laugh about yourself, and take it easy.

We are here to have a good time.

It's an old pattern that we started back in the '30s.

Hi, honey. Here, put these on. They'll look great with that outfit.

Okay, thanks.

What is she, kidding?

Is she colour-blind? Those boots don't even match.

-Well, everybody knows that. -Knows what?

That she's colour-blind.

Well, I didn't.

'Cause I didn't write it on your cards.

Beautiful room. Marvellous.

It's not like the room we had in Naples.

Let's try the bed.

Remember our room in Naples? It was tiny, tiny, tiny.

You should've seen the room I had in Moscow.

Where did you work?

Alone in my room.

I had my workshop and bed in the same room.

Cut and sew, cut and sew. Everything on the bed.

Those were terrible times.

Poor thing. All alone without me.

Did somebody knock?

Relax. Calm down.

I haven't slept much. I've been looking for you.

Really?

Cigarette?

No, I don't smoke.

Cigarettes calm me down. These are Russian.

I don't smoke.

"I don't smoke," è inglese?

In Moscow, they say: "Spasibop nyet papiroski."

It's true. You didn't smoke.

I was a baby. I was only fourteen. How could I smoke?

-Fourteen. -Fourteen.

My darling Isabella, how many years has it been?

No, please. No, Sergio...

-Look at it. It's beautiful. -May Rose, you are beautiful.

You look beautiful tonight. You do.

That's because you went shopping for me, darling.

-No one shops like my Louise. -Yes.

-It's beautiful. -Very nice.

-Well, what do you think? -Shall we join someone over there,

-or... -No, I'd rather sit alone tonight.

You want to be alone? Okay. Fine.

As a woman, you know, I'm just content. Just here and now.

No, no, Sergio. Please don't. Get in bed.

Don't you remember? Have you forgotten?

Go over there, over there...

A little faster.

You know who you look like, just a little tiny bit?

Barbra Streisand. You do. In the eyes. You do.

-You really think so? -Very sweet.

I thought the smile might be similar to hers.

Hey, you! You with the camera!

I know you! I know who you are!

-Give me that camera! -Stop!

Stop her! Come back with that camera!

Stop her! She's got my camera! Stop that girl!

Stop her!

Two husbands, two corpses.

I would like to say that the shocking circumstances...

of Olivier de la Fontaine's death are not so shocking.

Mr de la Fontaine has died from a blockage of the oesophagus...

confirmed to be a morsel of ham fat.

There it is. Olivier de la Fontaine,

headde la Chambre Syndicale du Prêt-à-porter et de la Haute Couture

for the past 28 years, has merely choked on a ham sandwich,

leaving the Paris fashion world stunned and saddened.

This guy wasn't even murdered. He choked on a sandwich.

-What a waste of time. -A complete waste of time.

So what do you think?

I feel like I've grown since I've met you.

So, what would you write about this

charming ensemble in your column, Anne?

I'd say it's very prêt-à-porter.

-You look great. -Thank you.

-So? -So.

I really had a great time.

Me, too.

-If you... -I think your...

It was very nice to meet you, Mr Joe Flynn.

It was very nice meeting you, too, Miss Anne...

Nixon?

Eisenhower.

This has been nice. This is really good.

If he was the only photographer available, and I suddenly had...

This is Simone Lo.

The collection you are about to see presents two decades

of an emerging vision.

For me, it's the closing of a circle and the beginning of something new.

Something new. New. New.

We rolling?

This is Kitty Potter live from Paris at Simone Lo's défilé.

Well, what can I say? Simone Lo has shown us everything.

I mean, I don't know how much of this is going to be on TV or anything but...

It's so new. I mean, it's...

It's so old. I mean, it's... I mean, she shows it like it really is.

It's so old, it's true. It's so true, it's new.

It's the oldest new look, it's the newest old look.

Simone Lo has created a new, new look

for every man, woman and child. And they can all afford it.

It's called the bare look. So, hooray for Simone Lo!

What the hell am I talking about?

I mean, for Christ's sakes, what is going on here, really?

Can you tell me what's going on on this planet?

This is fucking fruitcake time.

I mean... Is that fashion?

Is it? I mean, is there a message out there?

I mean, you got a lot of naked people wandering around here.

I mean, I've been forever trying to find out what this bullshit is all about,

and do you know what? You know what? I have had it.

I have had it. Goodbye. Aurevoir. Sophie, you got yourself a career.

This is Sophie Choiset for FAD TV.

In May, 1968, the great couturier Balenciaga

closed his atelier forever because, he said, "There is no one left to dress."

It appears Simone Lo believes the same.

She has just shown us a celebration of

fashion in the profoundest sense of the word.

She has made a statement here today that will be felt for decades to come.

She's made a choice that will influence all designers everywhere.

And most of all, she has spoken to women the world over,

telling them not about what to wear

but how to think about what they want and need from fashion.

This is Sophie Choiset in Paris for FAD TV.

Okay, go on, put the diapers on the kids, will you?

Come on, Winnie!

All right. I guess just about here is about right. Okay.

Okay.

Hi, sweetie.

In the shadow or in the sun?

Okay, let's go. Got it.

Here, here.