The pale chinless girl could be a family member in a portrait by Gainsborough. Instead of the bleaching fluorescence behind her it is possible to imagine foliage, instead of the expensive tee-shirting, satin. She is speaking of shopping. We listen to her rapid clipped narration allowing no interruption with a tense fascination.
Dubai. She opens her eyes to convey limitlessness, the infinity of the spheres.
It took my mother and me two full days. Literally and we only really covered a wing.
The skating rink's huge and there's Candilicious. But it is so massive you would never see it all.
Someone has experienced similar wonderment in Las Vegas. But, then she had not realised until her last day that there was a regular mall where average people went where you could buy things that weren't labels.
The chinless girl is amazed how someone could be in Las Vegas for a week and not know where this mall was.
It is just off the main strip, there are signs everywhere. Come on. But really L.A. is so much better in terms of high quality anyway.
We see the movie. Her on Rodeo Drive leafing judiciously through a rack of delights, in the shadow of passing celebrities. It gives us all pause.
Someone quite timid has been to Paris. It had some good shops.
Well it has some good department stores, the girl says, but the malls are really awful.
She did not like Paris much at all. It was so old and there is so much smoking in the malls. They were all so smokey they made her sick.
We see her pale expressionless face, green in a dense pall surrounded by ancient buildings and average people who smoke and have no idea.