Come enjoy your Breakfast at Tiffany's.
Oooooh, a blog post inspired by an Audrey Hepburn movie marathon, a.k.a. the queen of all movie marathons. Gather your chairs near me and put on your best little black dress. You cannot go lightly into the world of Golightly.
I will come right out and say it. I effing love Audrey Hepburn with the power of a thousand gleaming pearls. She was classy, she was the epitome of style, she was cultured, she was a wonderful person who donated her time to UNICEF.
She's my favorite, y'all. Hands down.
One of the top three contenders (it's a three way tie between it, Funny Face, and Roman Holiday. I can't choose. Please don't make me. They're all so good) is Breakfast at Tiffany's.
Which comes from a book. See- all good things come from books! I also have an Audrey Hepburn biography- coincidentally, also a book. BOOKS BRING YOU JOY, PEOPLE. LOVE THE BOOKS.
Ahem. Back to our regularly scheduled post.
The book and the movie don't really...mesh. I know Holly Golightly is a prostitute. In the movie though...it's Audrey Hepburn. You can't really look at her and think 'ew, dirty!'. You think 'ohmygod I want to be her'.
Or, well, I do. Anyway! In the original book, she's a buxom blonde bombshell. Capote originally wanted Marilyn Monroe to play her in the film. The two characters are nothing alike, but they both have their own charm.
Admittedly, I don't know as much about the book. I read it once, I didn't hate it, but I wasn't dazzled. I've seen the movie more times than I can count. It's not really a fair race.
I don't think I'll ever have a cat named Cat, mostly because I'm not a huge feline lover. I did, however, name my car....
Car.
And whenever I sit in it to drive somewhere, thinking 'Good morning/afternoon/evening, Car'..
I feel a little bit like Holly Golightly. And that can never be a bad thing.
No matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself
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