It's shameful to admit this because of it's widespread popularity, but I feel the same way today about Holly Golightly as I did the very first time I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's. The older I get, the better it gets. Along with a billion other women, I adore her for her style but also for her singular mix of innocence and smarts. I know it's corny, but I want to be her, wearing her eye mask. Talking to her cat. Eating pastries outside of Tiffany's wearing that necklace & those sunglasses. Hosting a cocktail party. In my 20s I tucked those scenes into my back pocket, pulling them out occasionally to admire their glimmer, and to inspire my fantasy of what a grown-up, single woman could be. Breakfast at Tiffany's isn't just about an attractive lady. Cheesy as it is, it's about a girl living a fantasy, and feeling empty and alone. She's an adorable, confused, mess. That's why it's a film classic, and Audrey is idolized all over the world. Well, that and the drop-dead Givenchy and Balenciaga wardrobe showcased by the gorgeous star in the film.
Now, for some added intimacy and background, I think I'll finally read the novella by Truman Capote.
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