Head in the Clouds Page #3

I raise money for Republican Spain.

I forgot you had a conscience.

Max! This is Guy.

He just arrived from London.

Welcome to Paris.

Are you here for the opening?

He doesn't know anything about it

so he'll be completely objective.

Right.

Where are you staying?

There's a hotel my friends like

just around the corner.

He's staying here.

He and Mia can sing each other to sleep.

Good.

This is going to be incredibly glamorous

isn't it?

And I'm going to be incredibly dowdy.

You're British. People expect it.

Do you mind?

So Max is a lover?

He owns the gallery.

Actually, he's good company...

but he's become

extremely proprietorial lately.

He's on very thin ice.

Then I hope it melts.

Don't sulk.

I didn't know you were coming so soon.

And anyway...

I'm sure you're not sleeping alone

in London every night.

Moments of yearning. Lust, vanity, and joy.

Loves won and lost.

It's an honour to be the first to host

the work...

of this gifted new photographer.

Finally, as a bonus

may I present a living sculpture...

created especially for tonight?

Ladies and gentlemen...

"The Tyranny of Youth!"

The pictures were good of their kind.

But the sculptures were something else.

The trouble is we're never going

to see them again.

You should film them, Gilda.

Record them for posterity.

They need to be live

so people can lean over...

and smell the skin of the models.

Does that worry you, Mia?

Having people sniffing around you

like dogs?

I'm a sculpture, so I ignore them.

What about you, Guy?

Have you seen anything like that

in England?

No, I haven't.

Guy thinks art should be political.

In London, he spends most of his time

campaigning for Republican Spain.

German artists spent the last 15 years

lampooning the Nazis...

and had no effect at all.

At least they tried.

Rather pointless if all they achieve

is a ticket to one of those camps.

And the satisfaction of knowing

they had the courage of their convictions.

Here's to judicious cowardice.

No. Here's to Mia

whose beauty inspired us all.

You should model for Coco Chanel.

I could introduce you.

Mia's training to be a nurse.

She only models in her spare time

and I have an exclusive contract.

But I do feel I've seen you before.

I never forget a face.

Perhaps you saw me at Le Grand Jeu.

So how do you carry on

your crusade for Spain?

Do you sit on a committee

and hand out pamphlets in the street?

And if you really feel so strongly...

why don't you enlist

in the International Brigades?

I plan to at the end of school term.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I am.

Well, the line must be drawn.

Fascism must be stopped

before it engulfs us all.

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