Breakfast at Tiffany's is one of those movies that I've always wanted to see, but never really gotten around to. It's the sorority girl cult classic. I don't think there was a room in my sorority house that didn't have at least one photo of Ms. Hepburn. It was totally different that I expected. I'm not sure what exactly I expected, because I knew nothing of the plot. Just this iconic photo.
Holly Golighty was a freakin' disaster area. A furnitureless apartment. A cat with no name. A few dresses. But a few amazing dress. Her fashion sense was impeccable. So clean and simple, but over the top and ridiculous. I adore the fact that she, and well, most women in the 1950's, knew how to dress. Even in jeans they were stunning. The gloves. The pearls. The jackets. The hats. Makes me wish I was born forty years earlier.