Fashion by Lady GaGa
Suze: $200 on Marc Jacobs underwear?
Rebecca: Oh, underwear is a basic human right.
Suze: $78 on lavender honey!
Rebecca: I felt sorry for the shop assistant. She had a lazy eye. I didn’t know which way she was looking. IT WAS SO SAD.
Rebbeca: You just got a credit card bill for $900. You do not need a scarf.
Mannequin: Then again, who needs a scarf? Wrap some old jeans around your neck, that’ll keep you warm. That’s what your mother would do.
Rebecca: You’re right, she would.
Mannequin: The point about this scarf is that it would become part of a definition of your psyche. Do you see what I mean?
Rebecca: No, I do. Keep talking.
Mannequin: It would make your eyes look bigger.
Rebecca: It would make my haircut look more expensive.
Mannequin: You’d wear it with everything.
Rebecca: It would be an investment.
Mannequin: You would walk into that interview confident and poised. The girl in the green scarf.
Rebecca: You know that thing, when you see someone cute and he smiles, and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding hot toast? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better. You see, a man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesn’t fit, you can’t exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed.
Rebecca: When I was a little girl, there were real prices and Mom prices. Real prices got you shiny, sparkly things that lasted three weeks, and Mom prices got you brown things. But when I looked into shop windows, I saw another world. A dreamy world full of perfect things. A world where grown-up girls got what they wanted. They were beautiful. Like fairies or princesses. They didn’t even need any money, they had magic cards. I wanted one. Little did I know, I would end up with 12.