My Little Princess Page #2

violet vendor in the stars, ok?

Yes, ok.

You'll put this on.

I don't want to.

But you can be a prima donna.

No...

I want this.

Ok, can you act like an enchantress?

Look here. How do the stars do it?

Very good.

It's exactly that.

You can work it.

I don't know how,

but you work it.

Oh, very pretty!

The eyelids down. Very pretty.

Ok. Let me introduce you to...

a friend.

The Bald Narrator.

He's appalling!

But that's what's poignant!

It's deeply moving.

Take him.

It sickens you?

That's it.

It's ugly. I don't like it.

It's white.

It's lovely.

It's soft.

Who did your hair?

It's like cotton candy!

My mom and I take pictures.

- It's fun!

- It's wicked!

Oh my God!

What's that?

She's the devil's daughter.

She's his daughter.

I'll chase you away, Satan!

Grandma?

Grandma?

Grandma, what's wrong?

Turn off that TV. I can't stand it.

There's nothing but crap

on that idiot box. Here.

Let in air. It's greasy.

The meatballs are still cooking.

Well, I don't feel well.

I just have one question for you.

I want to eat calmly now.

I won't stay long. I'm sorry.

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.

Your legs, a bit more.

Move your hand.

Move it.

Keep them spread. It's nice.

You're too inhibited.

But there's no hair.

People will know I'm young.

But that's what's so splendid.

It's striking.

Like a poisonous flower.

That's the beauty.

Show me.

Show me. I didn't know

you were so inhibited.

Just a bit more.

You'll see later, it's wonderful.

Wait, one minute.

Hurry up. We'll be late.

I'm done. I'm done.

It's ready. It's ready.

Help me, Violetta.

I won't invite you since you hate

those kinds of places anyway.

- See you later.

- See you.

Goodbye.

I saw Ernst's last painting.

It's a beauty.

Silence, please.

Listen up, everyone.

I'm sure you're wondering

who Hanna Giurgiu is.

And, well, so am I.

She's obviously from another planet.

She has her own world

and brings us back a few images

that she's entrusted to me.

Thank you sincerely.

Violetta, too.

The little princess

of this unique universe.

And thank you, Hanna,

who took the art world by storm.

Violetta.

What do you think

of your mother's pictures?

Go and ask her.

I'm interested in your opinion.

I'm just a model.

What do you think

about when you pose?

About what she says.

Well, what does she say?

To think about sad things and be...

very glamorous.

What does being

"very glamorous" mean?

It's beautiful.

It's dark.

It's inaccessible.

It's distant.

You're questions are dumb, Jean.

Give it a rest!

I like the contrast

of the immature body

and the perverse gaze.

Very "Bellmer".

Hanna.

People are calling you

the high priestess of eroticism.

Yes, but...

it's not just any eroticism,

a literary eroticism.

Apparently, you live in a sanctuary.

I work in my room at night.

Your universe is dark,

your creatures are exuberant.

Where does it come from?

From the tales and stories

of my childhood.

Where did you grow up?

In Romania.

If you would allow me,

I'll write you an erotic text.

Please do.

Have you seen Ernst?

I'll find him.

Ten thousand.

A million total.

No. Ten thousand francs.

We'll repay Ernie.

Because we aren't beggars.

Here, Grandma.

1,000 francs.

Thank you.

- We agreed to meet?

- No.

But you should see my latest work,

since you didn't visit the gallery.

Here it is. At least I have class.

I go and see people.

- Don't you care how I am?

- Yes. How are you, dear Ernst?

Fine.

See. I turn worthless

girls into goddesses.

That's Nadia.

From the dance school.

You've met.

Did you see her sex?

It looks like a spider.

Do you like it?

Wait. Wipe before touching.

I like the one with

the spider-like sex.

She has the perfect sex, dreamlike,

magic and surreal.

Yes, it's marvelous.

Do you like any of them?

The nude one of Violetta

and that of Nadia.

They cost two million.

You don't hold back.

But, you're a friend

and you've done a lot for me.

You can have them for...

Ten thousand, Mom.

Half, at least.

Good thing I gave you that camera.

You'll be able to repay me.

You're a visionary.

That was my intention.

It's crazy, I swear.

So, then...

Five thousand.

Thank you.

There you go. Thank you.

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

That one's broken.

That's ok.

I came because I needed money.

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