Fugiola Berafuga

Apr 24, 2009 By Heather AT 2:00 pm

FABIOLA BERACASA: I am here. WHERE is Karl? I must see him.

JULIA RESTOIN-ROITFELD: I wonder why I agreed to stand with this person.

FABIOLA: Take me to him. He will adore this. He will spread me on a cracker and serve me with pate.

JULIA: Seriously, has she not heard of moderation? A velvet dress that looks like she drew a chalk suit-jacket on it, a coat made of Cher’s old wigs, a metal glove AND a ring, and yet more flesh-colored leggings? Has she lost her mind? And do I look like I APPROVE of it by hanging out with her?

FABIOLA: I will say, “Karl, I liked this, so I put a ring on it,” and he will high-five my aluminum hand and baptise me in champagne.

JULIA: I’m just going to pretend I’m not here. I’m in Tahiti… I’m in Tahiti… I’m in Tahiti…

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