"RED SUITCASE DIALOG"
This red suitcase. Tell me about it.
That was the suitcase I had when I went away.
You went away? Where?
To a hospital.
Were you sick?
Yeah, I was pretty sick.
Oh. I'm very sorry to hear that.
Wouldn't it be great if the bomb went off and killed everyone in this room?
Focus, for God's sake! Who made you?
Who brought you up?
Where would you be without me?
Right back where I started.
And where's that?
In the gutter.
This season, instead of a box, she put her head in a snowdrift. Instead of a blonde, she became a brunette
one word "winter palace, or dream, or…"
Oh, god. God bless this champagne. These bubbles. This highrise. This rich hour. This beauty. This youth. This campaign. This glamourous emptiness.
She is beautiful and young and breaks all the rules. She hates you. Silence. Silence. The world is suddenly perfect. 3:00.
Did you ever wake up with the sun in your eyes and feel like smashing everything? This is about a beautiful young girl who hates your guts.
Katarina Michelle Bianca Stacy Maggie Yvonne Annie
What is desire? 3:00
Hi, Sarah. Hello, Maggie. What's that smell? What do you mean? Is it White Diamonds? No. Opium? No. Freedom? No. Pirate? 3:00.
The very rich hour.
The hour you want.
Any time you want it: 3:00
The hour of destruction
The hour you can't contain/restrain
Do you have the time? 3:00
Right on time
Slip into something...
It becomes you
Two sisters. One beautiful and silent. the other silent and hateful. they shared a spacious white room above their parents house. one day they woke up and saw snow on the ground. so they put their best clothes into a suitcase and went out into the cold white world.
They took their father's car and their mother's pills and went out into the cold white world.
Maybe a police officer. With a moustache. Sweaty. All that stuff hanging off his pants, that wooden stick thing. Walking on the new carpet. Chewing ice. Musky. Pissed off.
And then what? I was looking for some matches or a lighter. And? I could hear them moving around in their room. Were you upset? I was looking for matches or a lighter. Where? Nantucket, Mexico, Barbados, Minneapolis, Rome...You're so beautiful.
Bianca, your hands are shaking. My hands are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.
I hate you. ....
What kind of a girl? White... Harvard-educated...beautiful... young...frozen... Yankee... Stephanie? Naomi? Simone? A high class mistake. What's her name?
An attitude, a mood, lounging around. Inapproachability, distance, leisure to the point of boredom. Revolutionary languor. An insular world. The moment before siesta: TV, a stack of books, a cigarette, playing with a ball or a toy, a nap. Some bohemian decoration. The mid-afternoon winding down of activies. The weight of time.
Black plastic garbage bags on walls and floor. Face towards camera, arms a bit splayed out. Bright red lips, immaculate hair. She never moves. She is fully decked out. Then trying to read some books.
Fully decked out she doesn't make any sense
I feel like a million bucks. I feel like a million bucks, etc
I'm lying on the carpet. under a chandlier. face turned to the camera. arms a bit splayed out. Fully decked out. Not moving.
The White Album
As fugitive as your thoughts