Ready to Wear (1994) Movie Script

So, honey-child
Come on get dressed
Put on your best
'Cause style is back
in style
This is Kitty Potter,
On the Scene for FAD-TV.
At the moment, Paris fashion
is a thrilling bore.
But as of tomorrow,
all of that could change.
Tomorrow is the first day of
the pret-a-porter collections.
It's a strange and exhilarating
moment for fashion.
The only rule is...
is that there are no rules.
C'mon with Kitty.
We'll be goin' backstage...
and sippin' Diet Coke
with all the top models.
And we'll meet designers from
supernovas to super-nobodies.
- Now let's go behind the scenes...
- Thierry?
- Thierry?
- and into the busy workrooms of some
of fashion's biggest thinkers.
- Shall we?
- Can we roll?
- This is Kitty Potter in Paris,
and I'm here with Thierry Mugler...
the cutting edge couturier
known for his sartorial shock tactics.
Thierry, Thierry.
You know, it's been said...
It's been said that your clothes
have a kind of...
overt, extreme,
sexual subtext...
which is squarely at odds
with the image of women as
capable and independent of men.
So I was just wondering... Our audience
would love to know, really...
what you think about that.
Well, it's all about looking good,
helping the silhouette.
And it's all about getting
a great fuck, honey.
Well... thank you.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
Well, that was designer Thierry Mugler
explaining his unique views on style.
This is Kitty Potter in Paris,
and we're backstage with FAD.
I'm a model You know what I mean
And I do my little turn
on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk
On the catwalk, yeah
I get to do my little turn
on the catwalk
- You move faster, huh? Now you finish.
- Oh.
- And I'd like to see Kiki and Dane.
Okay, thank you.
- Gracias.
- Okay? But quickly,
because we are very late.
- Dane, Kiki, c'mon.
- Kiki, can you stop smoking, please?
- Hi, Jack.
- Oh! Who's there? It's wonderful!
- Simone.
- Yeah, well, great things happen to me.
- Twins, no?
Egg and sperm,
and they loved each other. No, triplets.
- Wonderful.
- Albertine.
- You kept a secret from us.
Who's the unlucky man?
- Well, maybe it's you, darling.
- Come on, Kiki, Dane.
Dane and Kiki, come on.
- Oh, really?
I'm sorry, Simone. I won't be able
to do your defile this year.
Oh, don't worry. It's no problem.
You'll get me Eve, huh?
- Albertine.
- You'll get me Eve.
Oh! What have we here?
Big fish in the trunk.
How extraordinary.
And, uh, when did this happen?
- About eight and a half
months ago. Exactly.
- Mmm.
Hi, Fiona Ulrich.
I'm with the New York Times.
I'm writing a piece
on the fashion industry.
I am not anymore of any interest
for the New York Times
because I just stopped working.
On the contrary, I'd like to talk
to you even more. Uh...
Oui, merci.
How 'bout right here?
This is good.
That's good.
- Here comes one of the bags.
- Yoo-hoo.
- I think this is... Yeah, but it's
mine I'm looking for, not yours.
- This big one coming up...
this is mine. All right, that's one.
I brought... I don't think that's mine.
- Do you know what my luggage looks like?
- Yeah. Are you sure it was green?
Yes, I'm sure it's green, darling.
It's green, it's brown, it's big.
- Where are you from?
- Fr-From, uh, Texas.
Oh! I love that accent.
I love it. It's so courtly.
- You're here from Vogue Magazine?
- Would you say, uh...
- "Thank you, ma'am"? Would you
just say that for me once?
- This guy is crackin' me up.
- Well, maybe later.
He knows the Polaroids are not
supposed to travel in the box, okay?
I could be in the hotel by now.
- Oh!
- Oh, I'm so sorry! Excuse me.
It's okay. It's okay.
Are you all right?
I lost my suitcase.
Oh. Well, you just report it
over there to Lost Luggage.
No. I... Well, it's not, it's not that.
I left it in the...
um, the airport bar in Houston.
That's... That's
where I came in from. And I, uh, I...
I'm scared to fly,
so I went in there to get...
my courage, if you
know what I mean, and...
Would you read the tags, darling?
Thank you so much.
- Hey! Don't kick it.
- Viviene?
They'll find it.
That's what they're very good at.
- And all you have to do
is just tell them, you know.
- Well, it's, it's...
it's nice of you to say that, you know.
It's nice of you to care...
because, you see, I don't speak French.
That's the thing, I don't speak French.
Well, high school. But, you know,
that doesn't really count.
And... You know, I don't even know
the French word for "baggage."
It's "bagage."
Just like baggage. Bagage.
You got the cards ready?
You ready?
We need a longer cord on this thing.
This is irritating me.
Olivier de la Fontaine.
Try to find out why he's here.
- Hello, Olivier!
- Hi, Kitty.
Oh, what a pretty tie!
And it's got kitties on it!
- And I'm Kitty!
- Funny.
Let me guess.
A Charvet or Dior?
- No, Dior, naturellement.
- Oh! Bingo!
- Your attention, please.
- Arrival of Flight...
This is Kitty Potter
at Charles de Gaulle Airport...
where what I like to
call the international
intelligentsia of fashion...
in all its many mutations
is arriving all around me.
Are we expecting someone
special here today?
- Special?
- Special.
Um, uh... Well, le tout-Paris
has been buzzin' about...
a lollapalooza called Liza...
and her definite, maybe,
appearance on the runway at Chanel.
And I know that she
is, is due any minute.
Uh, any possibility
that you might be here for her?
Well, I'm here to welcome the
press and, uh, the retailers.
I'm here to welcome you, Kitty.
I think it's going to be
a great season.
Well, we all know how Liza
just loves the spotlight,
so I was just wonderin'...
if maybe you could give us
a little... Just shed some light
on, on that subject for us?
Uh, uh, Olivier?
Olivier? Sir.
Uh, our new facilities,
I think, are sublime.
It's a giant step forward
for the Paris fashion.
The designers are thrilled.
- Well, I bet they are. Um...
- Um...
- Will you excuse me?
- Well... Uh... C-C-Could... Uh...
Well, there he goes...
with the absolute poise of
an architect's desk lamp.
Are you here for the pret-a-porter?
I'm with the Houston Chronicle.
I'm the assistant fashion
editor. My boss was supposed
to come, but she got sick.
And here we have
the Paris troika...
the three powers-that-be
in the world of magazine editing.
The unflinchingly fabulous
Sissy Wanamaker of Harper's Bazaar.
- Hi, Sissy.
- Hello, Kitty. Hello.
The unstoppably sophisticated
Nina Scant from British Vogue.
Lord, I've never heard myself described
like that before. Hello, hello.
And the relentlessly artistic
Regina Krumm from Elle. Hey.
- Uh, hey.
- Welcome to Paris, girls.
I have the best art
director in a decade, maybe ever.
The best photographers, the top,
top models, the best writers...
- the best editors...
- But, I think I hear Elle's
belles right behind you.
Operative word
being "behind."
Ah, I'm not really interested
in jockeying for position.
I-I just think we're going through an
incredibly exciting, vital time at Elle.
A lot of articles about sex nowadays in Elle.
I think they're interesting.
They're very diverting, both
magazines, but I still think
Vogue is the final word, Kitty.
- Oh, I think Vogue...
- I think you'll have to agree
with me there. I have to go.
This was fun.
I, uh, suppose you
don't remember me. Major Hamilton?
- Marshall Field's, Chicago.
Fashion director?
- Oh, yes.
It's good seeing you.
I have a little bit of time.
Would you like a quick interview?
Oh, we really don't do
unscheduled interviews.
Oh, I don't mind.
I don't mind at all.
Hey, Milo. Milo, one minute.
- One minute. Hey. How are you?
- I'll be here if you need me.
- Kitty Potter? Kitty Potter.
- How're you doin'? Yeah.
We ready? We rollin'?
This is Milo O'Brannigan...
the most sought-after fashion
photographer in the business today.
Milo, you've had a lock on the look
of the '90s for decades now.
Um, how have you managed to stay
on top of everything?
Probably the same way
you have, Kitty.
Just hard work and believin'
in yourself, right?
Mmm. Taking advantage of
other people's insecurities.
Anyway, we'll
show it to Pilar.
So, does your mother
believe in the old adage...
that some women dress for men,
but most women dress for other women?
You know, my mother makes dresses
to celebrate a woman's body.
Dressing for men has never
particularly interested her...
although she's certainly
undressed for a few of them.
No. You know, the main
difference between men and
women in fashion is this:
Women make dresses for themselves
and for other women;
a man... makes clothes
for a woman he wants to be with...
- or, as in most cases,
for the woman he wants to be.
- Mm-hmm.
Are you married?
Mm-hmm. I'm married to Dane.
Come over here, honey.
Dane, whoo-hoo.
Earth to Dane.
Jack, try and be
a little bit nice.
This is my wife, Dane.
These are her famous legs, and
this is her famous sister, Kiki.
- Hello. Fiona.
- Hey, how's it going? Hey, Fiona.
- Hi, I'm Dane.
- They share the same father, at least
that's what their agent tells us.
I made these clothes for your
old body, and now you couldn't
fit into them if I asked you to.
- Cy! Cy, it was not her fault.
- Am I crazy? Am I crazy, or what?
What of a "fault"? It's not a fault, you
faggot! You woman-haters! It's great!
- It's a big shock!
- Albertine, you could've
called me, right?
- I was in Germany.
- You could've called me.
Oh, oh, I am crazy, I am crazy!
Or did the goddamn Germans
invent the telephone?
They invented worse, okay? I wasn't
really sure I was going to keep it.
Look, you gotta be eight
and a half months pregnant.
I mean, if I was Lacroix
or was that thief Lagerfeld,
you would've called me, right?
- We'll get Eve; they are the same size.
- I hate her fucking tattooed head.
- You're bald!
- Aren't I.
- Yes.
- I can't deal with this girl.
- Well, I'll get rid of her.
- Albertine. Albertine's the one I want.
- Why can't I have Albertine?
- Albertine is pregnant.
The agency said she was pregnant.
Pregnant is not my silhouette
this season!
- Oh, I know.
- I mean, it is not.
It is not, it is not!
My bulge is in the bustle out
at the back, not in the bulge up front.
Bald tattoo is not part
of my vision. It's beyond deja vu.
We're freezing out here!
Monsieur, qu'est-ce que
vous faites?
Ah, mon Dieu!
- What? Are you joking?
- Pilar, the two
greys, it's not good, you know.
- Get me Ricardo Bonet...
- Hold on, please. Simone.
- Why is there no music today here?
- S'il vous plait.
- Simone, it's important.
- Okay, I'm coming.
- Please.
- Oh, your smoke, Pilar.
You're killing us.
Oui, c'est moi.
- Murdered?
- Jack!
Put on the news.
C'est pas possible. He was here.
A little bit more...
Olivier has been murdered.
What? What? What?
- When did this happen?
- What happened?
Does... his wife know yet?
Oh, mon Dieu!
We're coming to you live from
the historic Pont Alexandre in Paris...
where Olivier de la Fontaine...
Eyewitnesses report a stocky man,
possibly in his mid-60s...
...fleeing the scene by plunging...
This is a shocking prelude to
the spring pret-a-porter collections...
the glittering spectacle
Olivier de la Fontaine choreographed...
each season
for a cast of thousands.
It's, uh...
It's this... this one.
- You took photographs?
Can I have the roll?
- Oui. Yes.
Okay. You give your...
You give your name.
He jumped off the bridge,
just like that. He just jumped off.
- Totally bizarre. Completely strange.
- I-I saw the whole thing.
Il est ou le chauffeur?
- Could you identify the guy?
- All white people look alike to me.
All right. How can you tell
him apart from your boss, if it's true?
By his clothes, how do you think?
That's how I tell everybody apart.
Our tickets for shows...
How much longer?
Miss, how much longer?
Checkout time is 12:00.
Well, that's an hour
and 20 minutes.
You're not telling me I have to
wait an hour and 20 minutes, are you?
This is just
making it longer.
Come on, come on. Right around here.
Right here should be fine.
Yeah, I'm checking out.
Joe Flynn.
Slim! Slim!
Slim? Slim, hey.
Oh, hello, Kitty.
There's a phone call
for you from Washington.
Am I invisible? I've been standing here
for a half an hour!
- You can use the phone
on the desk right there.
- All right.
Hi. I'm Anne Eisenhower from the Houston
Chronicle. I should have a reservation.
and the only person
still living...
who can give Saint Laurent
colour tips.
Slim, we've missed you
so very much...
- since you've, uh, retired from Vogue.
- Really?
I'm a sports reporter, for Christ's
sake! I don't know dick about fashion.
You're all
we got, pal. Now, Matthews wants...
Oh, for God's sake! I gotta leave
Paris. You gotta use the fuckin' wire.
- This is a big story.
- What's so special about this dead guy?
What's his name?
The dead guy!
- De la Fontaine. Olivier
de la Fontaine. Got that?
- Yeah, right. Do me a favour.
Call my wife.
She's not gonna believe me.
- Fuckin' cocksuckers!
- Here's the key to your room.
Whoa, whoa. New ball game. I-I-I'm
not checking out. I'm not checking out.
- What'd you say?
- No, I'm not checking out.
I'm not leaving. I'm staying.
- But you can't.
This lady has just checked in.
- This is my room.
- No, this is my room.
- You'll have to find the lady
another room, I'm sorry.
- Sorry, there is no other room.
- Excuse me. You clearly don't
understand. This is my room.
- We do have a problem, I'm sorry.
- You don't understand
the day that I've had.
- I've lost my luggage...
- You don't understand!
I haven't checked out!
- See, I have not checked out!
- I'm covering the fashion...
Well, do we have any fashion plans
or projects in the wings anywhere?
Well, I think you'll find out about them
when the time is right...
but now I want you to meet
somebody very, very special.
Clint, come over here.
Clint Lammeraux,
meet Kitty Potter.
- I don't care about your luggage.
- I have to be here
to cover the fashion show.
- You'll have to find the lady
another room. Hey!
- This is my... This is my...
Excuse me!
Where's my bag?
Where's my bag?
If you don't find my bag
soon, you're gonna hear from
the Washington Post. 2326.
Yes, and, uh, especially that.
Cotton, pharmaceuticals.
You name it.
Cobras, pythons,
uh, rattlesnakes, uh, ring lizards.
- Oh, shit!
- Oh. Heh-heh! Hey! Hey!
Hey, what're you do...
- Let me in! Ow!
- Ow!
I'm on this line.
Yes, this is Joe Flynn. Listen
to me if you want to keep your job.
What do you mean you don't have
my bagage? I know goddamn well
you have my bagage!
If you think you can smoke me out of
here with that cock-and-bull story...
you're as full of shit
as a Christmas goose!
As full of merde as a c... canard de...
Yes, hello. This is Anne Eisenhower,
as in General Dwight D. Eisenhower.
Yes, that's correct.
Ex-President Dwight D. Eisenhower.
No, I know he's
not registered here. I am!
No, I don't want to talk to the manager
again. I have talked to the manager.
I want the owner.
I think this hotel is owned by Sony
or some Japanese company.
I wonder what time it is
in Tokyo.
I wonder how long it'll take them to get
you out of my room, Mr Joe Flynn.
- Oh, thank you. Could you help me with
these bags? I'll be checking in here.
- Of course.
Oops! Sorry.
- Excusez-moi. I believe you have a
reservation for, uh, Louise Marshall?
- Marshall?
- Field. Louise Field.
Major! Oh.
Good-looking guy, huh?
Well, bonjour. And I'm standin'
here with the one, the only...
Elsa Klensch.
- Thank you, Kitty. How are you?
- How are you doin'?
- I'm fine, darling.
- Thank you so much for doin' this.
Um, what's goin' on
in fashion for the '90s?
Well, this is the most important time,
the most important week in fashion.
This is where everything
happens, really, for the year.
Let me ask you this: Did you get
any good scoops this mornin'?
Yes, but, uh...
Oh, she's savin' it
for her own show, folks.
What the hell is this?
Operator? Splendide Hotel,
Let's begin again
Let's begin again
- Agh! Hello? Yes?
- Louise? Goddamn it, Louise!
You left a pair of skivvies
in my suitcase. You gotta
be careful about that stuff.
I don't know how that happened.
I'm very sorry, and I won't
let that happen again.
I'll be much more careful.
Whew! I... You... I'm sorry!
And listen. Since when
are you so talkative?
- You were talkin' to everybody
at the airport.
- I didn't talk to anyone, honey.
- You even started to talk to me.
- Hardly anyone at all.
You would've blown our cover. We gotta
be careful, honey. Very, very careful.
- You understand?
- I'm very sorry.
I will be more careful. Okay?
My darling, do you miss me?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
- How was Milan?
- Well, I'll tell you. I got
the surprise of my life there.
You know, I know a lot
about fashion, and we all know
that short skirts are back.
And short skirts are gonna be back
for the rest of the '90s, that's my bet.
Well, I've seen pleated skirts;
I saw A-line skirts;
I saw sarong skirts.
But then, suddenly,
the pouf skirt emerged.
- Now, you must remember
Lacroix's pouf skirt?
- Mmm.
- We were poufed and poufed and poufed.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, it could be that
we're gonna be poufed again
before the turn of the century.
- Will you be poufed?
- I doubt it.
- Arrete!
- Stop. Stop.
At the moment...
Just going to take a look.
- Stop.
- Arrete, s'il vous plait.
Tomorrow is the first
day of the pret-a-porter collections.
What suite is Regina Krumm in?
Regina. Uh, uh,
Foest Street.
- Foest?
- Yes, Foest Street.
- You mean, Faust? The Faust Suite.
- Faust! Yes, the Faust Suite.
Oh! That's supposed
to be my suite.
What suite is Nina Scant in?
- The Solomon Suite.
- Solo... You mean the Salome Suite.
- The Salome Suite.
- That's the suite that
I'm supposed to be in.
- Well, this is your suite.
- No, no! This is not my suite.
This is the Faust Suite.
I'm supposed to be in the Salome Suite.
- I'm not in the Salome Suite.
You get on the phone right now.
- Yeah. Yeah.
Get on the phone and tell them
that I want to be in the Faust Suite.
- Faust Suite.
- It's what I asked for. I don't
want to be in the Salome Suite.
- This is the wrong suite.
I'm supposed to be in the Salome Suite.
- The wrong suite.
- You're supposed to be
in the Salome Suite.
- You just set those things down.
Put everything down. Just put it down,
because this is not my suite.
- Oh, Regina.
- Nina.
Oh, my God.
Here we are again.
Here we are again.
It's unbelievable; it seems like we were here just a second ago.
- I know. I feel like I have deja vu.
- Oh!
- Can you believe the
construction in this city?
- No! It's wild!
- What are they doing?
- Well, it must be an awful
lot of maintenance...
- in a city like this.
- Oh, my God, the plaster dust!
You know, it just goes
right up my nostrils. It's incredible.
Yes. It's horrid, isn't it? Now,
are you going to the embassy tonight?
- Oh, yes, of course.
- Well, my darling, I shall...
see you... there.
- All right. Bye-bye.
- Get some rest.
Monsieur, bonjour, bonjour.
- Forget.
- Come with us.
That's him. That's the man.
See? That's his coat,
his pants.
We know
what he wore. We don't know who he is.
We're coming to you live from
the historic Pont Alexandre in Paris...
where Olivier de la Fontaine...
head of the la Chambre de Syndicale
de la Mode de la Haute Couture...
which is French fashion's
governing body...
has been murdered
in the back of his limousine.
Eyewitnesses report a stocky
man, possibly mid-60s...
exited the car as it stopped
in traffic, fleeing the scene...
by plunging headlong
into the Seine.
He's believed drowned. If not,
he has surely died of pollution.
- Excuse me.
- -This is a shocking prelude to the pret-a-porter collections...
the glittering spectacle
Olivier de la Fontaine...
choreographed each season
for a cast of thousands.
This was Sandra de la Notte
for SKY News.
From the SKY satellite network...
You still here?
this is SKY News.
It's gonna be a group designer photo.
Um, most everybody's gonna be there.
- All the designers are gonna be there?
- Pretty much everybody.
I've got Cerruti, Rykiel,
Westwood, Montana, Agnes B.
- You don't know these people.
- Well, they said they're
gonna be there. Uh...
Simone Lo will probably not be there.
She may not even show her collection.
- Are you serious?
Simone is a greedy bitch!
- Cort?
- Don't say such things.
- It's true.
Simone Lo's collection is little
more than crematorium couture.
Dead. How about Gaultier?
Yeah. He's very enthusiastic.
- But you like his work.
- I used to, at the beginning
of his career...
when he was...
my little protege.
Lately he's gone off in a direction
I don't think I can entirely approve of.
- You mean, like Cy Bianco?
- Why would you want to
dredge up his recycled name?
It seems that they're both
influenced by the street.
Ah. What street?
Bond? Or Camden Loch?
- Where's Mother?
- Um, I think she's in her office.
- Mother?
- Don't say anything, Jack.
Just get out and close the door.
No, no. I don't want that black thing.
No, please.
I don't think I'm gonna be home
tonight, honey. My mother
wants me to stay with her.
- I wonder who's the father.
- The father?
You know, Albertine's baby.
Well, it's not me.
- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.
Dane, I'm gonna try and catch a ride
with your old man.
- I'll catch you later, all right?
- That's nice of him.
- There's no downside.
Milo O'Brannigan's the photographer.
- You can't do better than that.
He's the best.
- Milo O'Brannigan?
- Ooh.
- He'll make you all look great.
And you'll be, what, with your friends.
- Oh, that's nice. Nice.
- He shoots quick.
- Is it wrong?
- No, it's definitely not wrong.
- Milo, huh?
- Well, yeah, Milo. He's the best.
- How'd you get him?
You sleep with him, or what?
- No. I don't sleep with men.
- Where is Mr Lammeraux?
- Jack!
Wait'll you see these boots!
One for every mood.
- Clint, how are you? It's been
such a long time, since Christmas.
- Jack.
- How is Ann? She is absolutely charming.
- She said to say hi.
- Do you know Ann Richards?
- I introduced you to her. Remember me?
- Oh! Eve. Clint Lammeraux.
- Nice to meet you.
- Eve. Slim Chrysler.
- Bonjour. Bonjour.
- Why don't you try those on?
- Well, I've got boots on now.
- Oui, c'est ca!
- How's that?
Well, Slim was just
saying that my mother...
is really going to love these boots.
She's gonna love them.
Well, it's nice of you
to say so, but, uh...
- I'm just a simple Irish
country boy who loves his work.
- Ah, listen...
- I know your contract at Vogue
is almost up.
- March 31.
Is it? Ha. I never bother
with that business stuff.
I'll get somebody to check it out. Let
me give you another glass of champagne.
Me old darlin'.
- I'm here for a slightly
premature celebration.
- Mm-hmm?
Remember the information that
I imparted to you about my imminent...
megabucks deal in the States?
Well, it's about
to come to fruition.
- You know I want you
to be my right-hand man.
We're gonna blow Vanity Fair
out of the fucking water, darling.
- And my friend at The New Yorker
says Tina...
is shitting herself!
- Regina!
- Hi.
Oh! Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought...
this was
Gerard Depardieu's suite.
He never looked better.
Isabella de la Fontaine,
my condolences.
I'd appreciate it if you would please
answer a few questions.
Some people here in Paris
think that your husband
was involved with Simone Lo.
- How do you feel about that right now?
- The car?
Is it true that your husband
was in financial turmoil?
- Did you know your husband
had enemies?
- Oh, merde!
What are you going to do now?
Thank you, Mrs de la Fontaine.
My condolences. Okay.
Come here. Move, move, move.
This is Sandra de la Notte
There she is.
Simone Lowenthal!
Mrs Lowenthal!
Mrs Lo!
Mrs Lo, please, could you answer to
a few quick questions?
Mrs Lowenthal, please.
What was your relationship with
the victim before the murder?
- Please, leave me alone.
- Did you have quarrels with his wife?
- Would you please tell me
about your collection?
- What was your relationship
with the victim?
- Why don't you ask his widow?
Who do you think could have
done such a horrible thing?
- These bizarre circumstances...
- These bizarre circumstances...
- ...have cast...
- have cast a strange pall over
fashion week here in Paris...
where it's difficult to eclipse
the epic drama of the pret-a-porter.
- Ironically...
- Ironically...
- the controversial figure...
- the controversial figure
at the centre of it all...
- has done just that.
- has done just that.
That's it.
I'll call with something on
the coroner's report tomorrow.
Isabella! Is...
Close the door.
You know, they said it was
a man who murdered him.
I would have guessed his wife.
Please. Simone's better off
without him anyway.
- So's his wife.
- Kiki.
- Did you ever sleep with him?
- Get outta here!
No, I wouldn't do that to Simone.
Why? Tryin' to tell me something?
- Not quite. I have to go.
I'm cooking. Bye.
- Okay. Bye.
- Who's on the phone?
- Only your wife.
Want some wine?
No, I shouldn't.
Hello. Yes, this is
Anne Eisenhower.
Y-Yes. Yes. Well, you know, that's just
completely unacceptable, I'm afraid...
because I have to have my bag.
Well. I-I-I filled out
the form and everything's there.
Just... If you could just
please keep looking.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
If you can't make it,
then sit with Kitty Potter.
I'll be in Paris
guaranteeing you...
- that I'm gonna bring to you a drama.
- Closer, closer
I thought you said you didn't drink.
Long ago Seems so far away
I said I shouldn't drink.
I fell in love with you
And that feeling remained
Looking back I recall
how you never could see
- Well, cheers.
- Thank you.
All the feelings
I kept deep inside
That I didn't set free
- But still I
- Ooh
- I wanna be close to you
I wanna be close to you
- Closer, closer
- Um.
Still I
I wanna get close to you
These French really know
how to make wine.
I don't know. Just go ahead
without Simone.
Guys, I'm... I'm fed up waiting.
We're gonna do this now. All right?
- Right.
- Yeah? You all right?
You ready? Ready? Oh, okay.
Hi. So, hope you're all
well. You look lovely.
I'm just gonna do this shot now, okay?
Uh, the important thing is...
I'm gonna count to three.
When I say three, that's
when the shot is gonna be...
so I want you to keep your eyes
wide open, you know. No blinking. Okay?
Focus on the camera when I say three.
All right? Here we go.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
- Uh, what about the champagne glasses?
- Yeah, I told them.
- Milo, she's here.
- I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry I'm late.
Winnie, pull her
into the centre.
- No, no, no.
- Si, si, si, si!
I'm sorry.
- Tres bien.
- I'll wait for you.
Hi, Simone. Now, on the count of three,
I want you to look over here. All right?
- Okay. I'm sorry, Milo.
- Okay. Excuse me, I'm trying to work.
Okay. And again.
Over here, please.
One, two, three.
This is Kitty Potter
reporting live...
on the first day of the
Fall 1994, Paris collections.
The remarkably well-preserved
crowd of fashion folk...
you see around me look as though...
But in reality,
they're headed for the trenches.
Fashion, my friends, is war.
A week from now, these editors,
journalists, photographers
and retailers...
will wear their battle scars, much
as they do their huge Prada handbags...
and their Vivian Westwood
platform shoes, as chic accessories.
Even a wisp of iron
like Regina Krumm...
the Lilliputian editor of Elle
Magazine, is here for the blood sport.
With 86 collections to view...
vision blurs and judgment
is occasionally impaired.
Wearing dark glasses
can't stop it, either.
There will be great lapses
in taste...
but there will also be
dazzling moments of rare beauty.
And I'll be everywhere at once!
That's Kitty Potter,
keepin' you posted.
When you're sick of life
from nine to five
And you're ready
to come alive
And you look
both high and low
And you can't find a trumpet
that blows
- Come on, baby
- Oh, shucks
Where the good times
never die
- Come on, baby
- Oh, shucks
Where the damsels gonna fly
Come on, baby
You can shake your
funky monkey 'til it cries
Polyvinyl acetate
Monkey gonna get high
- If you wanna get real freaky
Now's the time to try
- Come on
Get wild
Everybody up in the place
Get wild
- That's got a bad stain on it.
- D'accord.
Ooh, midnight is
where the day begins
Whither the couturier
in his metier, you ask?
And I answer right here
backstage at Christian Lacroix...
the artiste from Arles...
the saviour
of ready-to-wear deluxe.
- Christian, it was such
a beautiful collection, and so perfect.
- Thank you.
- What was perfect for you this morning?
- Perfection for me?
It doesn't exist. Never.
In fashion, we are never satisfied.
Well, let me ask you something.
The photo prints of the models
and the faces were just wonderful.
How did you come up
with that idea?
Now the fashion is,
uh, starting from the media...
from magazines and from models.
And, uh, I wanted to
put them in the street...
because, uh, I want people to be
a little bit disturbed, and, uh...
they don't know where
is reality: fashion...
magazine, media, models, girls,
real girls. I wanted to mix all of that.
- Merci beaucoup, madame.
- See you later.
- Thank you. Bye.
- Au revoir.
- Is she going ahead with the show?
- Well, of course.
It is our business, after all.
Will she actually be there herself?
Everything is okay?
Bernell, it's Anne, and I'm just calling
to say everything is great in Paris.
- I'm in the hotel. I got all the
schedules, all the invitations...
And, so, that's it. If you
need to call me, just remember
the time change. Okay, bye.
Imagine... something new.
Something new.
- Something new.
- Madame. Monsieur.
Votre signature, s'il vous plait.
Merci. Au revoir.
You know, this is, uh,
a really unusual circumstance, and...
I just, I just hope
that you can...
forget about last night.
Um... I have a little...
problem with alcohol,
and, um...
Mm. Excuse me?
Hello? Hi.
Um. I-I-I...
I hope that you can be a gentleman,
and that we can just say...
what happened last night
never happened, okay?
Sure. No problem.
- No problem? Really?
- Yeah, whatever you want.
forgotten, like that? It's so easy.
- Yeah.
- That's great.
- Why, what? Am I supposed
to be crushed or something?
- No!
No! No, this is great.
This is just great. You know?
- Yeah. That's... great.
- Aw, c'mon, don't change the channel!
C'mon! Hey, hey, hey.
Aw, c'mon. Now, gimme back
the channel changer.
And you gotta come
And, Ruby, to none
She's gonna melt
Like we're in love
Just the same
Ruby, Ruby, how would you
Like a ghost
I'm gonna haunt you
Ruby, Ruby, ah
When will you be mine
When will you be mine
My Ru-u-u-u
Ah-ah-ah, when
When will you be mine Ruby
Ruby, when will you be mine
That's... very nice.
But isn't it your show today?
Oh. That's
not important.
Our concern is for our friends.
Business will take care
of business.
I-I am so sorry for you.
I can feel your pain.
Simone, I have to
be honest with you.
Olivier and I were never
great friends, but you know that.
But to be murdered.
Strangled by a maniac.
It makes my flesh crawl.
But you!
You poor, poor dear.
You are truly the bravest
woman in Christendom.
You are so kind. Really.
Oh. Where's my crew?
Where's my camera? Oh, there you go.
I'm standin' here with
the handsomest man I know...
- Monsieur Gianfranco Ferre,
the Italian designer-in-residence...
- Yeah.
at the venerated old French
house of Christian Dior.
Gianfranco, bravissimo.
- Such refinement...
- Thanks a lot.
You speak Italian so well.
Such refinement.
What inspired you this time?
Well, it's the energy
that a woman needs in these times.
I try to do my best.
I love women.
I like to make fantasies
with women. But, uh...
I always figure what she does,
how she moves, which way she can move.
That's a great thing. But she can make
her wardrobe with different pieces...
without throwing them away
season after season.
Sure, she can make her own
new traditions in the...
with the freedom
that she needs.
- I know this has been a...
- great shock to you.
You lost your man. And I know you're not
gonna wanna hear what I got to say...
He was not a nice man.
There, I've said it. It's over,
it's done, it's finished, it's gone.
I mean, I could tell you
stories about him...
that would make you
want to scream.
God knows, you're better off
without that man.
I mean, he did not deserve you.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
He did not deserve you.
Believe me,
you'll get over him.
You're a strong woman.
Yes, I'm a strong woman.
Merci beaucoup, a bientot.
Keep the change, mon ami.
Um, do you have this
in larger sizes? This green?
- It's beautiful.
- Yes. It is a medium.
A 14 or an 18. Big.
This stretches, right?
Yes. Is this for you?
The number
of the coroner. Look... No.
No, no, no. Monsieur.
Monsieur, imagine...
- Hey! That's my jacket.
- That's your jacket?
That was my jacket.
That guy had my jacket on.
That must've been the guy
that t-took my... my suitcase.
- So, Issey Miyake stole your suitcase.
- No, not...
The checkered thing.
It was my jacket.
I don't know that
Issey Miyake's really...
your way to go.
Checkered? Hmm.
I think J.C. Pennee...
is more your designer.
Lowenthal herself
described her lover as...
a sycophant
and a purple panderer...
storming out of Pamela Harriman's
dinner party...
at the American Embassy
only last Tuesday...
prompting the New York Post
"Simone, How Lo Can You Go?"
Jack Lowenthal,
son of the designer...
lost control
of the business in 1990.
Stay here. I'll just
be a moment. Pilar?
- Simone?
- Simone?
Ah, Simone. Hello.
- Oh, I know this must be
a very awkward time for you...
- Oh, it's okay.
but I so wanted to introduce
Clint Lammeraux to you.
Clint is a gigantic fan
of yours.
- In Texas we think of Simone Lowenthal
the same way we think of longhorns.
- Oh, how nice.
Clint, come over here.
- Oh, how interesting.
- What's interesting?
Your shoes.
Is that new?
No, I've had them for years.
But, speaking of shoes...
Clint has a gift for you.
Made in Texas, by Texans.
Oh. You put my logo
on these boots?
But who gave you
the permission?
Sorry, I'm in your seat.
My condolences.
- Nicola!
- Ah, Kitty.
- Wonderful to see you.
I don't think we've seen each other...
- Nice to see you.
- since the Volpi ball in Venice!
- Yes, I remember.
What's goin on at Trussardi's? How about
doin' a little interview with us?
Just... We rollin'? Tell us about
the new Trussardi attitude, Nicola.
- No interview, Kitty. Thank you.
- Nicola, just one word.
- No, thank you. Ciao.
- Just one word. Shit.
- So I would like, uh...
- Has anybody seen Violetta?
Then you put your base on?
What are you doing talking
on the telephone at a time like this?
For God's sake, Violetta,
we're about to start.
- I was only talking to my mother.
- Your mother.
Your mother is in Algeria. You were
talking to Africa at a time like this?
- Beautiful. I like that. Yes.
- You like that? Yes?
This is your best one yet,
you know?
- No doubt. No doubt about it.
- Thanks, Eve.
- It's... Wonderful. I like it.
- Who were you talking to on the phone?
- Who, me? Oh.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, just now...
- you were talking to somebody
on the phone, right?
- Yes, I was. I was.
- She's cute.
- Walk again.
- Yeah, well, who were you talking
to on the phone right now?
- Yes.
- Who was that?
- You know what? I love you
when you are jealous.
- Excuse me. I think... I do believe...
- I'm sorry.
- Oh. I do believe... Well! Hello.
- Hello.
- How are you? My name is Kitty Potter.
- Nice to see you.
Nice to see you as well.
I'm very upset. It was...
It's so su... sudden.
I'm so... Also, I...
I'm very sad for Simone.
The reaction I have is, uh...
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, uh, looking, uh, all right.
I think it's sad also
because of the organization.
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.
- Hello, darling. Unbelievable.
- 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... I think shoulders
are very fresh again.
And, of course, legs.
She doesn't
have to have legs...
but, oh, 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...
- The bustle is back.
and then I think
you should call me.
Oh, my lord!
God, it's hot in there.
- Harry Belafonte. Harry!
- Yes, yes.
Give it to me.
- Mr Belafonte, can we do
an interview with Kitty Potter?
- Harry? Hey!
- Remember me? Great!
- Yes, I do.
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's running
the seat of government.
Ollie North is Secretary
of Health and Human Resources and, uh...
- Oh!
- Sidney Poitier is playing
the part of a black guy...
who takes over American Express.
What's goin' on?
Oh, my God!
Give her some room!
Give her some air!
Bedlam... Bedlam has... has broken out
here backstage at Cort Romney's show.
Isabella de la Fontaine has fainted.
She has lost consciousness.
- Her condition...
Is she dead? Is she dead?
- No, she's okay.
She isn't dead.
She is not dead.
I-I don't know her condition.
Has somebody called the medics?
Uh, I-I didn't...
I didn't order that.
- What?
- Avec les compliments
de la direction, monsieur.
Compliments of the...
Oh. Oh, yeah. Okay.
Well, listen. Listen. Do you know where
my laundry is? My clothes? The laundry?
Lavez moi.
...clothes, you know,
things taken from different places...
and putting them together,
like adding a little life.
Everything is close to the body.
- You believe in a very vivid line.
- Not quite.
Yeah, I like, you know, to-to
express the body, you know.
Tie-dye certainly
expresses an individual spirit
on 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 his duration through the marriage.
Oh, here she is!
She's lookin' mighty fine to me.
Who made your dress?
Very nice accessory.
Yes, this is very good.
No. He doesn't even suspect,
but he's such a bitch.
I mean, he's snoopin' through all my
things. He's goin' through my pockets.
He says we have to be careful.
Of course, I'm gonna get rid of
him. I just have to wait until
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, could we just have this
right here? Thank you. Thank you.
Anyway, I'm with the man
who gave us fetish fashions.
He gave us, uh,
pierced nipples and, uh...
Oh, I can't say that.
I don't think I can say that.
Anyway, tell me your... 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, uh, different parts...
that has not the profile, Greek
profile or something like that,
but can be beautiful.
And I try to show, like,
a kind of, uh, tolerance...
where is that, uh, uh, you know, uh,
to be different, you can be...
and to be proud about it,
and to... to live like that.
Well, you 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 h-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.
Oh. Well, that's fine.
We can just
get right to the point, Milo.
May I call you Milo,
Mr O'Brannigan?
Oh, sure.
Love the way you say it.
Sounds just me old mother.
Warms the cockles of my heart.
You know what I want
to talk about, don't you?
I 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.
Ah, I would, uh...
get down on my hands and knees,
if I thought it would help.
Ah, 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, 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. Oh!
No. Get out!
Get the hell out of my room!
Well, you know what you are?
You are a goddamn amateur!
- You are the fucking Irish
flavour of the month! Zap!
Where are my clothes?
- Jack took them.
- What do you mean he took them?
Okay, okay, Pilar.
- He's driving me crazy!
- Okay, Pilar. Where are the clothes?
The Milo O'Brannigan shoot.
What the f...
- Get over here!
- Milo!
Oh, geez, what's goin' on?
I've got dog shit all over me shoe.
Who brought a dog in here?
- None of us.
- That's... That's one of the
reasons we wear these boots.
In Texas, you're always
steppin' in somethin'.
Take it away and incinerate it.
Good morning.
Good morning, Milo.
- I brought a little present for you.
- Listen, uh, could ya...
clear out of here, 'cause I want to get
this thing done kind of fast, okay?
Clint? Clint.
- C'mon. Pay attention. Let's go.
- Okay. Let's do this.
Hi. Bonjour, ca va?
How you doin', Anne? Eve. Kiki.
Could you take your positions, please?
Let's have a look at this.
You got... Constant?
You got the Polaroids?
You know, what are we selling?
Hats or boots? Get the hats off.
- This exposition is fine?
- Yeah. Yeah, it's nice.
Yeah, it's not bad.
It looks all right, actually. Ah.
Okay. Now, listen. You all look,
um, gorgeous and talented...
and full of sexual allure
and all that kind of stuff.
And it's just as well,
because the clothes are kind of boring.
These boots
were made for walkin'.
- You keep sayin'
you got somethin' for me
- Okay, over here, please.
- Heads up, please. Chin up.
- Somethin'
- You call love, but confess
- Over here. Yeah, we're doin' fine.
Okay, imagine you're walking around
in fuckin' Texas or someplace like that.
- This is so fucking now.
- You've been messin' where you
shouldn't have been a-messin'
- Okay, you're John Wayne,
you hate the camera. Over here.
- And now someone else
- Is gettin' all your best
- That's good. That's good. Over here.
- Think cowboy, you know. C'mon.
- These boots were made for walkin'
- Chin up, please, Gamaliana.
Yeah, very Randolph Scott.
- That's just what they'll do
- 'Cause one of these days
these boots
- That's good, that's great. Over here.
- Are gonna walk all over you
- I like that sullen look.
Okay. That's good. Keep it there.
Hold it. Keep it there.
Okay. Merci.
Very, very nice. Au revoir.
Ah, here's the taxi.
Thank you.
Uh, St. Germaine Du Prix, s'il vous
plait, or just St. Germaine Du Pres.
I don't know. Whoo!
Tout le bags. Whoops!
- 2340, s'il vous plait.
- Pardon?
- Vingt-deux...
- Vingt-trois quarante.
Vingt-trois quarante,
Milo O'Brannigan, s'il vous plait.
- Sissy Wanamaker, Harper's Bazaar.
- Milo.
It's the Wanamaker woman.
- Hold on.
- That's the woman from
Harper's Bazaar, you know?
Hi, Miss Wanamaker.
Yeah, all right.
Sissy, I was just thinking about ya.
- You were?
- Yeah, I was.
Well, I've been thinking
about you too, Milo.
Have you now, Sissy.
Oh, yes, Milo. Yes, I have.
I really have.
- The lights are on
- The lights are on
- But you're not home
- But you're not home
Your will
Is not your own
Your heart slips
- Your teeth grind
- Teeth grind
One kiss
And you'll be mine Whoa-oa
You might think
that you're immune to the stuff
Oh, yeah
I'll get it.
- Oh, no, you don't!
I'll get the door. You get the...
- Okay, okay, okay.
- You get the contract. Where is it?
- On the dresser.
- Okay, put it on the bed.
- Oh! Okay.
- Miss. Anytime you need me,
I'll be there. Okay?
- Yes. 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 'bout some champagne?
Got a beer?
A beer!
Let me look.
I like beer. Actually,
I prefer it to champagne.
But you know... When in...
When in Rome, do as the Parisians do.
I like a man who drinks beer.
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, uh, drink out of the glasses
or just drink out of the bottle?
Oh, the bottle's fine.
Oh, this is ale, but...
well, that's the same as beer, isn't it?
Here's to us.
You don't know
how much I admire you, Milo.
- Do you, now?
- Yes, I do.
Nice suite.
Big bed.
Oh, Milo,
you're driving me insane.
I'm acting like a-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.
You're so goddamn Irish.
I mean, you're like The Quiet Man.
Oh, I don't know what to do!
I want you to sign this contract,
and I want you. So, take me!
Oh, God!
What are you doing?
Oh, God!
What are you doing?
You son-of-a-bitch!
Get out of here! Get out of here!
Stop it! Viviene! Viviene!
Oh, 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 Le Doyen...
to see a new collection
of Haute Bijou ..
from the celebrated jeweler
- Oh!
- Oh!
Why don't you open your eyes?
Arrogant bastard!
This is pure
poetry here tonight with some
of the most beautiful jewels...
I have 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's certainly made absolutely
sure we won't miss her here tonight.
Every great while, Paris plays
host to a glittering evening so
filled with charm and fantasy...
it feels like you just walked right
to the other side of the looking glass.
Inside, we sit down to the sumptuous
contemporary cuisine...
that has earned Le Doyen its
constellation of Michelin stars.
But first, the dessert.
Let's go inside and have a look
at the jewellery. Shall we?
- Say when.
- 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 tell you, um,
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.
Miss Krumm, if... If we meet here,
the car will be, uh, available...
You just stay with me.
- Viviene!
- Please, I will... I will be a second.
Viviene, no second!
Just get over here.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Just marvellous.
Thank you so much.
- How do you find the jewellery?
- How do you find the jewellery?
Oh, well, I usually shove my hand
down the back of the sofa.
I come up with something.
I'm talking about the Bulgari,
uh, porcelain pieces.
Um, 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 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.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah, that was unfair of me.
You're not all that
irresistible, you know.
- I did have a little something
to do with this decision.
- Oh, no. I...
- I assure you.
- I didn't mean it that way.
Okay, 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.
That's great!
You're a fuckin' piece of work.
You know know that?
You telling me you just fall
into bed with the first person
to pour you a glass of wine?
Oh, 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 fuckin' husband!
Well, I'm not your fucking wife.
Who do you think I am?
- I-I'm tryin' to figure that out.
- Oh, are you?
- Yes, I am!
- Well, don't strain yourself!
- Well, don't worry!
- I won't!
Gonna watch more of that fashion shit?
No. I'm looking for
a soccer game, you arsehole.
Citrogen would
just like to point out...
that the new Xantea is equipped
with a remarkable, unified
passenger safety structure.
You wanna dance?
Xantea. Discover
what Citrogen can do for you.
- Oh! Cher. Hey. Um...
- Uh, yes.
I'm Kitty Potter for FAD,
and this is...
- Cher. Hey.
- Hi.
- How are you doin'?
- Fine.
Great. You enjoying this party?
We're at the Bulgari party.
- Yes, I am. I'm... Yes.
- In Paris, yes. At Paris.
- Um, would you talk about it for us?
- Well, yeah.
I actually think
that the whole thing behind
all of this pret-a-porter...
and all of this thing is about
women trying to be beautiful.
And 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
gonna 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.
- Ha! I mean, this is Cher!
- I never exactly...
We have taken Paris by storm.
By storm. By storm,
by storm, by storm.
- Ah.
- How's who?
At last! A table.
A chair.
- Madame de la Fontaine,
may I introduce myself?
- Yes.
- I'm Kitty Potter.
- Oh, 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?
- Oh, not really. Excuse me.
- Um, 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?
- Oh, hi.
I just wondered, how do you
find this year's collections
differing from last year's?
Aha. Well, I don't know!
Look at her face! Let me see the ones
of Regina. Oh. Oh, she's over there.
- She knows we're talking about her.
- Oh, 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. Please! Come.
- I was just...
- Milo, you have to do a book.
- A book of tragedy. You have to.
It's just a hobby, you know.
I get so bored with it.
Look at these tired old tits.
I mean, it's just quel tragique.
You 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!
A porno photographer!
Ah, it passes the time
anyway, you know.
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.
Winnie, tell you what.
You can take a walk. I'll see
you tomorrow sometime, okay?
- Do you know that boy?
- Who? Oh, oh! 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!
Oh, Jesus.
- Ciao.
- Ciao.
It's a surprise.
I can't tell you.
Well, I'll meet you later,
at L'Arc. Okay?
It's a surprise.
I can't tell you!
Excuse me, everybody.
I have a headache.
Listen, I have to get going. Sorry.
- 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.
The call of nature.
- See you, Slim.
- Right.
When we first met
We were both so young
we didn't give a damn
How the clock would run
The time was wild
I'd get so full of you
'Cause it's gettin' late
What would ya like to do
Jump on top of me, baby
Now, get on top of me, baby
Jump on top of me now
And give it to me
nice and slow
Well, jump on top of me
Jump on top of me, baby
Jump on top of me, girl, and
give it to me nice and slow
All right
Jump on top of me, baby
Oh, my God.
Oh, you evil
Oh! Ha.
This stupid card!
Why don't they give you a fucking key?
I love keys.
Now, do you have any more of these
wonderful photographs to show me?
C'mere, you big gorilla.
Oh! You animal.
Oh. Did you fart?
- I never fart.
Only when I drink champagne.
You're a great shape
of a woman, you know that?
- Well, let me get my coat off.
- I'm sick of all these models.
They're like walkin' implants.
- I'm so hot.
- C'mon, sit down.
Here, do you want a drink?
- Oh, God. I'd love one. Lovely.
- Do you like Irish whisky?
- I'd love it.
Can I have a glass, please?
- That's the good stuff.
No. Knock it back. You'll love it.
- Great.
- Go on, sit down. Relax.
Ah! 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
et Chateau, which is my bible.
The people were fantastic. I mean,
I don't think Irish people are thick.
- I think you're lyrical.
- Come here, you big animal!
- Give it to me.
- You have
no savoir faire, Milo.
- Come here. Come here,
and I'll show you my boudoir.
- Oh, your boudoir?
I love your use of the language.
- C'mon, get that Gaultier stuff off ya.
- What?
I'll never get it over
my Philip Treacy hat.
- Philip Treacy, the Galway charl...
- He's a genius.
- Uh, bonsoir.
- Bonsoir, madame.
Fucking photographs! Stop it!
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 it.
I'll get the camera off you. Stop it!
- 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?
Non, merci.
The telephone's ringing.
- 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?
- 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.
Oh. I don't want it.
Is 'at the laun'y
or our 'ags or a 'oom?
- My wife.
- The bell boy is bringing
the new room key now.
No, tell him I don't need it.
- We are sorry for the inconvenience.
- I... Uh, I-I don't want it!
- I hope you will enjoy
your stay at the Grand Hotel.
- Do you...
No ecoutez?
Come on, man. Hello?
Excuse me, you're on my cord.
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.
- And...
- Thank you. Thank you.
It was a wonderfully sensual show.
I just... The collection was beautiful.
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.
Shh, shh, shh!
No. I don't want it.
Are you fucking deaf?
Are you deaf?
I don't want it.
Je ne suis pas vous.
I don't want it.
It's not my room.
I don't want it. Je ne suis pas vous.
Understand? Goodbye. Au revoir.
- Oui, Monsieur Flynn.
- All right? Goodbye.
Au revoir.
- Good mornin'.
- Paper. Great.
- Eh, oui.
- Tres bon.
- Uh...
- Uh...
Where's my coffee?
Gee, do I have to do
everything meself?
Jesus Christ.
What happened to the proofs?
The proofs!
What happened to the negatives?
Where else would an underground
designer go but underground?
I'm standin' 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.
- Oh, wait a minute!
It's Cort Romney, who professes
never to look at a fashion magazine...
and never visits
anyone else's atelier.
Uh, Cort. To what do we owe
this delightful pleasure?
I must've missed my stop.
- This obviously isn't
Gare St. Lazare, is it?
- Uh, no, I don't believe it is.
I have only one 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.
- Oh, 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.
Wonder... who's gonna
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?
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.
Oh, 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.
Here we come Here we come
Here we come, here we come
Here come the sisters
with the stuff
Here come the sisters
with the stuff
Here it comes here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes Hit it
Here come the sisters
with the stuff
Bringin' home the bacon
Fryin' it up in a pan
Here we come, sisters
Get rough
He would never let you
ever forget your man
- Here come the sisters
with the stuff
Here we come, sisters
Get rough
He would never let you
ever forget your man
- I'm a '90s girl
- That's what they call me
I work hard for my family
Doin' it all See, it just so happens
that I choose to rhyme
Like a homegirl
I gets busy with mine
Spending quality time
with my baby on the normal
When it's time to get the goods
yo, I'm goin' strong
Black, intelligent
wise beyond my years
No time for fightin'
No time for fears
You gots to get yours
I gots to get mine
Nine times outta ten
gotta fend...
You sold my company.
- You sold me to a Texan shoemaker?
- Boots.
A very rich boot maker.
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?
And where are these people?
They are here.
Oh. Here?
- They are outside.
- Oh!
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 Ferre.
- She said, funky
- Whoo, whoo
She said, funky
Sticks and stones may break
some bones
But a .357
got a funky...
Isabella! Uh...
Na na-na na-na
Na-na na-na na-na-na Na-na-na
Na na na-na
Here comes the hotstepper
With the lyrical girls-a
Big hotstepper in the area
Still love you like that
No, no, we don't die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone present
will hear the fat lady sing
Hello, Josephine
How do you do
Do you remember me my baby
- Cy! Hey, Cy.
- Like I remember you
Major Hamilton. Marshall Field's,
Chicago. Fashion director.
- Right.
- 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. We're very traditional.
You know, conservative.
But maybe ten years down the line.
Hold on, and I'll...
- 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.
And all your friends are sayin' he's
a landin' superstar
Josephine, Josephine
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've got an attitude problem?
What the hell are you saying?
- Bitch!
- You are the bitch!
What are you doing here?
- Slut! How could you? You cunt!
- No, you're the cunt!
- You're a cunt, you...
adulterating, mendacious......
- Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt!
- Hi, Cy!
Thought you were hidin'
from us.
Wonderful show. Just wonderful!
We loved it.
- Just wonderful.
- I'm glad you liked it.
- Would you do a little thing
with us for FAD? Do you mind?
- Hey. Hi, everybody.
- Hi.
Do you mind if I just get right
in here? Can I have it? Okay.
Can we roll? Roll?
Okay, let's go.
Hey, everybody! Kitty Potter
comin' at you from Cy Bianco's
funkin' fashion show.
Cy, that was superfine.
Tell us about the collection.
Uh, right. I'm trying to do
something like, uh, stocking
tops, and, uh, 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 pret-a-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.
- Oh. Well, where are the proofs?
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.
What am I gonna tell Clint?
I mean, you know, he seems very quiet on the outside...
but he can be a real monster.
What have we here?
A publishers' convention?
Looks like a scene
from MacBeth.
- Negotiations.
- What did she say?
- She said "negotiations."
- What does she mean?
I think she means negotiations.
When did that come?
Uh, this... this afternoon.
This morning.
Where was I?
Oh! My bagage!
- Bonsoir.
- Merci, monsieur.
Here we go, here we go
- Here we go, here we go
- Here we go again
Oh, this is so beautiful.
Oh, come outside.
Come here and look at this view.
It is so beautiful.
- Ah, 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.
J'aime pas les piercings.
Je trouve pas ca esthetique.
Vous en avez eu marre d'etre chauve?
Non, pas du tout.
Non, non.
C'est juste, ouais,
juste une surprise.
This is the Sonia Rykiel I was
telling you... What a beautiful colour.
- I love the colour.
- This is beautiful.
It's kind of a Chinese thing...
- with the little frogs on the side.
- Uh-huh, that's nice.
- See, it's a very beautiful thing.
- It's nice and long though too.
And wait. Now, this
is the piece de resistance.
- You can't believe it.
It's an opera coat!
- Oh! The colour! Whoa!
- It's beautiful, isn't it?
- Victorian! Elizabethan.
Oh, it's beautiful.
- Now, this is, of course, the best.
- Oh, stop.
- It's a Chanel suit!
- Stop it.
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?
- Dane.
- 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... What...
- Ah, this is the big problem.
This is the big problem.
- How come?
- Yeah, because I have too many things...
and it is very difficult to know what to
choose from one situation to the other.
And you have to be able
to laugh about yourself.
A-And take it easy.
We are here to have a good time.
It's an old pattern.
It was 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.
- Mais je ne fume pas. I don't smoke.
- Don't smoke. Inglese.
Ah, papiroski.
- You okay?
- Look at it. It's beautiful.
May Rose, you are beautiful.
You look beautiful tonight. You do.
- It's because you went
shopping for me, darling.
- Oh, thank you.
- No one shops like my Louise.
It's beautiful.
- Yes.
- Very nice. Oh!
- 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... Just here and now.
A little faster.
All around the town
Never, no, never again
No, sir
Never, no, never again
- You know who you look like?
It just hit me.
- Who?
Just a little, tiny bit.
Barbra Streisand. You do. In the eyes.
- You do. Very sweet. Mm-hmm.
- You really think so?
I thought the smile
might be similar to hers.
Hey, you!
You with the camera! I know you.
- Who, me?
- I know who you are.
Give me that camera!
Stop her!
Come back with that camera!
Stop her!
She's got my camera!
Stop that girl!
Oh, mon Dieu!
There it is.
Olivier de la Fontaine...
president de la Chambre Syndicale
du pret-a-porter 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.
- This is Sandra de la Notte...
What a waste of time.
A complete waste of time.
So, what do you think?
I feel like I've grown
since I met you.
So, what would you, uh,
write about...
this charming ensemble
in your column, Anne?
I'd say it's, um...
very... pret-a-porter.
You look great.
Thank you.
I really had a great time.
Me too.
- If you, uh...
- I think your, um...
It was very nice to meet you,
Mr Joe Flynn.
It was very nice meeting you
too, Miss Anne...
Uh, Nixon?
This has been nice.
This has been good for us.
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.
You're so pretty
the way you are
You're so pretty
the way you are
And you have no reason
to be so, he said to me
You're so pretty
the way you are
No, no-o-o
You can say it
if you want to
But you won't change me
No, no-o-o
You can say it
if you want to
But you won't change me
You're so pretty
the way you are
You're so pretty
the way you are
And you have no reason
to be so, he said to me
You're so pretty
the way you are
No, no-o-o
You can say it
if you want to
But you won't change me
No-o, no-o-o
You get to say it
if you want to
But you won't change me
No-o, no-o-o
You get to say it
if you want to
But you won't change me
- No-o, no-o-o
- Rollin'?
- This is Kitty Potter...
- You can say it if you want to
- live from Paris at Simone Lo's defile.
- But you won't change me
- Well! What can I say?
- No-o, no-o-o
Simone Lo
has shown us everything!
I mean, I don't know how much of this
is gonna be on TV or anything...
but, it's... it's...
it's so new.
I mean, it's, uh, it's so old.
I mean, it's, uh...
I mean, she shows it like it really is.
It's, uh, 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.
It's... It's...
Simone Lo has
created a... 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 talkin' about?
I mean, wh-wh... For Christ's sake,
wh-wh-what is goin' on here, really?
Can you tell me
what's goin' on on this planet?
Th-this is fuckin'
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 wanderin' around here.
I mean, I been forever trying to
find out what this bullshit is
all about, and you know what?
You know what?
I have had it. I have had it.
Goodbye. Au revoir. Sophie,
you got yourself a career.
- Qu'est-ce qu'on fait? On y va?
- Vas-y, vas-y.
Come on.
On y va.
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. Ca va?
One is bigger than the other one.
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. Try it there.
- Bring this here?
- Hi, sweetie.
- The shadow and the sun?
- Okay, let's go. Got it.
Here, here.
When he takes me in his arms
And whispers love to me
Everything is lovely
It's him for me
and me for him
Oh, la la
And it's so real
What I feel
This is why
La vie
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie-ie-ie
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie en rose
La vie en rose