Breakfast at Tiffany's
I am obsessed with Breakfast at Tiffany's. I love it; I love nearly everything about it. In the last two weeks, I have watched it no less than half a dozen times, and I have had dreams related somehow to the movie three times. Each time I watch it, I notice something new, and I never get tired of it.I'm torn between wanting to be like Audrey Hepburn or being Holly Golightly - and yes, they are radically different. Either way, here is a list of things I would like, inspired by the film.
Big sunglasses. They don't suit my face or my very small features, but that doesn't stop me from wanting them.
The all-pink outfit. The scene is sad, but the outfit - shoes, dress, jewelry - is divine and so very me.The poise to consistently modulate my voice. Holly flirts with her eyes first, then her voice and with the tilt of her head. It's lovely and, in my opinion, underrated. Why show off cleavage when you can have a lovely, seductive voice?
A sleep mask. Preferably one with eyelashes on it. The earplugs would make me dotty, but are the kind of thing that I would put in a little jewelry dish on a night stand as a lovely decoration.
A boy to get me drunk in a strip club in the middle of the day. I adore the scene, the woman in the white dress, and this exchange:
Holly: Do you think she's talented? Deeply and importantly talented?Truman Capote's novel. They say Marilyn Monroe was envisioned as Holly Golightly, not Audrey. Audrey's so perfect. I want to read the novel and see where my imagination takes me.
Paul: No. Amusingly and superficially talented, yes, but deeply and importantly, no.
A couch fashioned from - or like - an antique bathtub. To sit in a bedroom, more likely to be used by me as a dropping point for stray clothes than for lounging, but still fun and lovely.
My own personal "Fred." Someone who seems almost enthralled when he listens to me talk adn does silly things and puts up with my obvious craziness and looks after me and tells me off when I'm being ridiculous and will look for my cat in the rain and professes his love for me.
I fear that in the years between then and now, having gone, as a society, through Vietnam and free love and glam rock and heroin chic and the technology boom and the years of the Bush administration, that man has disappeared. Still, I shall hope.
Labels: everyday amusements, lists
posted by nicalyse @ 5:14 PM
4 Comments:
you have something in the way which you write that keeps a reader hooked on. maybe it is the serenity in your mind that shows off and makes an impact but whatever it is thank you for the wonderful post.
loved every word of it.
especially your associaton with a movie that was years ago :)
Oh my god, the first response that jumped into my head was so NOT cynical, I just made myself sick. It was almost optimistic to the point of naivete. Good thing I caught it.
I want a Fred too. :( But I'm pretty sure you're right and that that man is long gone. This is why I have a love/hate relationship with movies like this. *sigh*
Seher, thank you! Such glowing things that you say about me!
Yeah, you've got it bad, B.
Bizz, the movie is too great to discount because it makes me wistful for boys who don't suck! I can handle it!
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