Curiosa

Why don't you look at me? Look at me.

Are you shy?

So, yes.

Completely quiet.

Be yourself. Be confident.

It's over soon.

It is well.

Very good.

Hi, Pierre.

Curiosity: Erotic object, book or photograph. Collector's term.

It was a long time ago.

Too long. I've missed you.

Stylish as always.

Hi, Pierre. How are you?

- What if we were blondes? - Then they would adore us.

- Who put the daffodils there? - Flowers love their mirror image.

- A little like you, dear sister. - Loulouse!

Now stop, you know that Loulouse is reminiscent of a cactus.

- What am I then? - You?

A rose bud.

Ready to bloom.

- It's about time. - Don't worry, Hélène.

- Henri loves to puzzle in the garden. - Green thumb?

- Pierre? - I think.

- You have to grow your garden. - They're not acting for you.

I'm sorry I didn't pray about the Pharaoh's permission.

- But admit it is tempting. - See you later.

- Can he smell with all the nose hairs? - Facial hair tickles.

Okay? Have you already kissed one?

Only Dad's mustache.

Pierre...

- Are you going to tea, Jean? - Of course.

- Don't I get a little kiss? - You get exactly what you want.

Everything. What you want.

What happy future husbands.

Pierre...

Girls, leave Pierre alone.

- He has grown from childhood. - I like them.

You are incorrigible.

Henri, are you writing a poem collection?

- Yes. - Recite something.

- With pleasure. - I am listening.

Heron in bog or swan in lake

Spring blooms or the fall rains

have my arrows pierced every one hour

- Time has picked - ...all its feathers

Strutty breasts, naked as a mother's

- Their silky defeat - ...lying on the floor

and naked

with torn dress completely on the slopes

- It's not like that at all! - No.

I knew it!

Excuse me.

We unmarried girls always make us.

As houses that cannot be rented, but who are just waiting for buyers.

Ask Antonine to serve the teen.

We can receive visits, but not on all floors.

Dare not imagine see her undressed.

Marie, wait for me!

Antonine needs help.

My dear Henri, I am in love with Marie.

The only way to save her for this unnecessary rivalry,

is to tell her about this shared love.

Your friend, Pierre.

You are beautiful. Very beautiful.

He is nice. He'll probably take good care of you.

- I like him. - It's a good start.

Marie?

Are you coming straight?

I just wanted to hear, how it stands.

- You're my friend. - Your friend?

After you communicate via a telegram me about such a crucial decision?

I'm in love with Marie. What's the problem?

We had a deal,

but I took the chance when you did nothing.

- Unsportsmanlike. - My love is stronger than yours.

- You lied. - I was desperate.

- Enough to fail a friend? - Yes.

Enough to fail the best friend, I have had.

I love her beyond all boundaries.

How do you want to get out of this? I admit you are doing well.

The love... So you believe in it?

For me, love is gratification of the senses.

Then you've never loved.

Love, Henri,

is a freshly shaved little dung, washed and perfumed from head to toe,

prepared for other doctors if asked. Round and firm.

Extremely tight and delightfully juicy.

Do I shock you?

That was the point, wasn't it?

I was getting worried.

Reach?

How was the piece?

Sardou came up with a cunning title: "Let's get divorced!"

The theater was full of women!

I invited my sisters on ice. Now I have no more money.

- I saw a hat I can't afford. - But Marie...

Women do not go to a café alone.

Except courtesy.

"Freshly shaved mis ..."

Henri? What happens?

I met Pierre.

Is he back?

And not alone. He brought an Algeria in the luggage.

An enchanting girl, I've heard.

He claims she is his muse. He seems completely bewitched.

He can't help it to photograph her.

- Madam. - Monsieur.

- Good day. - Good evening.

- To me? - Here you go.

Your trip.

Lovely bag.

Careful, it's fragile.

First act.

- Again. Clear? - Ready.

- Do you like it? - I love it!

- More! - Again.

Hurry, Jean!

Clear.

- Yes? - Is Pierre here?

- He works and will not be disturbed. - I'm used to it.

Marie.

Henri said you had turned back with...

Zohra Ben Brahim.

She is pretty.

Let me introduce Marie de Heredia. The rain! I forget it.

It's strange to call you that.

It's lovely here.

A few flowers are missing. Buy some daffodils.

I saw someone in the market.

You like daffodils, Pierre?

Are you jealous?

Do you photograph her with this one?

It was you I wanted.

I was furious when he stole you.

May a fall night never occur...

Did you save yourself for me?

- May a fall night never occur... - So I, who embrace you here...

...don't give you...

...the gold, myrrh and frankincense of your innocence.

And Aphrodite's blood.

And Aphrodite's blood.

And Leto's blood.

Thanks.

Can I see?

- Are you now interested in politics? - I want to learn.

I post a contact ad.

Code Name: MLH.

The initials of your names: Marie, Louise, Hélène.

Extremely interesting.

Pierre, I want to be photographed in immoral positions.

Come in, Marie!

So you want to be photographed?

It's like being in a studio.

- Should I sit here? - Keep your hat on.

First I want to take your portrait.

Like a stranger I've met on the street.

Take a seat.

Marie, you have to sit still.

Imagine you are an apple. Are apples moving?

Turn your head to the right.

Lower your chin.

Well.

- Smile a little less. Concentrate. - I'm concentrated.

Take off the hat.

When I can't become your husband, I want to be your lover.

I want to teach you things, which you cannot imagine.

You have to write to me and describe your enjoyment.

Do we agree?

It's me you love, right?

Love?

This is pure fun.

Or the opposite.

I will call you "The Fly"

because of your winged black hair, so far, so fine, so blue

and the golden circles about your pupils

in the deep shadow of your eyes.

We even have installed "Water closets".

Love letters will now floating around with shit.

- There you are. - Pierre! Are you here?

- Back from my journey. - You are late.

I was with my lover. He refused to let me go.

She has not lost her humor.

Well, Pierre... How was your journey?

So fantastic, that you missed our wedding.

That's Marie's way of saying, that we missed you.

We are home births now.

Everyday simple life with Marie makes me so happy.

Everyday life is boring.

Tell us about your journey. It's more entertaining.

It is impossible to summarize. Impressions, colors, images.

I wish, that I had photographed it all.

- He loves his Kodak. - And Kodak?

We also took pictures.

Are you cute picking them up?

Gladly.

- You are crazy. - May I come over to the studio?

I promise to behave properly.

- Do you promise to do as I say? - Everything you say.

Here they are.