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(The Day After)

Interview of Constance Griffin

Stylist

Conducted by Officer Truchaud of the Criminal Brigade

Also present: Amina Dembele, translator

Officer Truchaud:You fired your biggest client halfway through Cannes. Can you tell me more about this?

Constance Griffin:“Fired” is an ugly word. It wasn’t like that.

Officer Truchaud:How was it?

Constance Griffin:Does it really matter? I loved Tyler very much. He was thebest.

Officer Truchaud:Interesting. Was Tyler Charles more than a client?

Constance Griffin:Our relationship was strictly professional. Whatever you’ve heard… People just say stuff to make themselves sound interesting. They don’t care about the truth.

Officer Truchaud:Can you elaborate? This is a good time for the truth.

Constance Griffin:Can we please leave Tyler out of it? I feelterrible for what happened to him.

Officer Truchaud:You mean, what happened after you dropped him? Are you saying you feel responsible for what happened?

Constance Griffin:I work for myself. When you’re on your own, you have to make hard choices sometimes.

Officer Truchaud:What kind of hard choices? We’re talking about the loss of an innocent life.

Constance Griffin:I’m just a stylist. I find nice clothes, borrow them, and have my clients wear them.

Officer Truchaud:Unless they’re no longer your client.

Constance Griffin:…

Officer Truchaud:The story that came out about him was pretty damning.

Constance Griffin:It wasn’t true.

Officer Truchaud:How do you know?

Constance Griffin:That was just…Cannes.

Officer Truchaud:Cannes?

Constance Griffin:This beautiful place, this glamorous festival…all the red carpets and the parties and the celebrities. It’s a lot. It’s too much, actually. You can understand that it would get to people’s heads. Who can handle this?

Officer Truchaud:So, in your opinion, too many glamorous parties can kill you?

Constance Griffin:I don’t think my opinion matters even a little bit.

Cannes Film FestivalDay One

Marnie

This was my thing: blasting music from my phone, songs brimming with female rage but still upbeat, the notes bouncing against the bathroomwalls as I got ready for the night.