where have all the introspective prostitutes gone?

thanks to frank for posting the scene from My Life to Live of the carefree Anna Karina dancing in a cafe because i noticed links to other clips of the movie, which is probably the most profound piece of film to ever come into my life (actually, split rank with Juliet of the Spirits).

this is my absolute favorite scene from the movie. #11: Nana becomes an unwitting philosopher. Nana, battling the consuming and sometimes crippling ideas of confidence, truth and the concept of words with grace and dignity. owning the confusion that makes us thinking people, understanding that the path it takes to get there is terrifying but in the end rewarding. sometimes it's enough to make you lay in bed with the covers over your head, neglecting to call your folks on sundays; sometimes it's enough to draw you into spirited conversations with strangers while having a smoke in between turning tricks.