Don't Get Too Comfortable (2005) - Plot & Excerpts
Her affair with mercurial photographer Tony Perkins is on the skids. At a party, surrounded by her brittle, beautiful, shallow friends, she drips melted wax onto her torso, laughing mirthlessly all the while. I watched rapt, having been taken to see it by my best friend Mark Satok and his family. That same year, while handing hors d'oeuvres around my parents' living room, I said to a friend of the family, “That's a nice dress. Is it an Albert Nippon?” It was a rhetorical question. I already knew that it was. I was ten years old.My knowledge of fashion hasn't really advanced much in the intervening thirty years. At this point, I am less informed than the average InStyle reader. Still, I have been chosen to go to Paris to cover the couture collections for a fashion magazine, armed with little more than a notebook and my febrile, movie-fueled imagination that keeps on sending the same derivative scenario sloshing across my brainpan: an impoverished seamstress, her fingers bloody from hours of painstaking needlework, is being dressed down by an outraged couturier.“I asked for camellias.
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