My Little Princess Page #3

You mustn't go up there.

Understood?

Understood, Grandma?

Don't go up there!

That room... that room...

with the mirrors...

and the blocked windows.

There's tons of spoiled food.

What do you do

with the child at night?

What do you do?

Everything may be spoiled,

but in any case, I'm an artist.

Not you.

We're not all required

to live the same way.

You forgot. You've been stuck

in the middle ages for years.

You refuse to see. You're backward!

I love very, very much,

but you're behind the times!

You mustn't shout

when I come to eat here.

I'll no longer eat here, then.

"Either that wallpaper goes,

or I do."

I couldn't have said it better.

I think it'll be me.

I'm going to croak.

What's she saying?

I don't understand a thing.

Wrecked!

Give me back my keys.

You won't come back! It's over!

Questions about what's spoiled

or not are done with, ok?

Ok. If you need to bathe,

you can go when I'm there.

- I'll bathe in the sink!

- My keys?

- Here.

- Thank you.

Ernst!

I'm happy to see you.

- Hello.

- Hello. We met at my gallery.

- Yes. Hello.

- Antoine, gallery owner.

Arnaud, my editor... Tina.

Meet Hanna Giurgiu.

And Violetta, my daughter,

Nadia and Fifi, my models.

The crazy virgins.

Can I sit down?

Of course.

- Please sit.

- Thank you.

I'm a photographer.

Can I, Ernie?

Of course.

A menu, please.

Do you like photos?

- Yes, I do.

- So, take a look.

Tell me what you think.

Very interesting.

What do you do?

- I make kokoshniks.

- What's that?

Kokoshniks are head-dresses

worn in Russian ballets.

And, you like posing nude?

It doesn't bother me.

Why? Nudity is beautiful.

Isn't it, Fifi?

What do you do?

I teach Chinese at a college.

Chinese. That's very nice.

Very erotic, the little girl.

I like that.

Would you like to publish me?

Fascinating, right?

Very interesting.

Very innovative.

Right, Ernst?

Yes, very...

I encourage her a lot.

Here, drink.

It'll keep you still.

Why is death so present

in your pictures?

Death is a party.

No, death is a whore.

Violetta!

Stop. Don't talk nonsense.

She is charming.

Come see me at the gallery.

We'll talk.

No one is bound

to the infinite - Ernst

Mom, I'm hungry and worn out.

You'll eat after. It's time to work.

You're beautiful.

Do you recall Marlene Dietrich?

In the cabaret, right?

Yes.

Go on the other set.

All right.

Stretch out your chin more.

Your head further back.

Marlene.

Your head further back.

Marlene, you see... Marlene...

Give me a bedroom gaze.

More sadness.

Very sad.

Yes. Very sad.

Spread a bit more your...

your legs.

It's very pretty like that.

Good, not bad.

It looks like Balthus.

Spread them more.

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