A Breakfast at Tiffany's picnic

When we came the movie had already begun and the scene I loved was on. The tall and stuttering Maggie Wildwood crashes Holly Golightly's party but our heroine does not mind. The odious woman has, after all, brought the wildly rich Rusty Trawler along. Everyone has had one drink too many except for the unoccupied novelist Fred and he observes the affair with amusement. He will write about this, perhaps. At the far end of the field, children skipped around the inflatable playground noisily, but by the projector screen where old and young couples cozily sat on blankets, it was serene. Audrey Hepburn's beauty summoned quiet reverence. We found our way to the very front, two teenage boys in tow, and set up camp. The air was cool and crisp but the company was warm. When the movie ended everyone clapped the way one does after something truly grand. It was the most wonderful time. 

Ms. Golightly's apartment

Ms. Golightly's New York apartment in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" is, for all its austerity, utterly charming.   The space is tiny and sparsely decorated but charming still, perhaps because it is the only thing of Holly's that reflects who she truly is. Outside, she wears faux pearl necklaces and rhinestone tiaras and Raybans at daytime and sweet-talks moneyed gentlemen into giving her 50 dollars for the powder room, but in her apartment she is her own person whoever that person may be.

At her house party, she delays the little black dress and instead tootles about the room in a bath towel-- stylishly draped by Hubert de Givenchy, but a bath towel still. The couch is actually a bath tub, the fridge a shoe closet, the kitchen drawers a step stool, and the mailbox a nook for her perfume. A wild thing, she refuses to be owned and to own anything, and so the walls are stark white and unpapered and unpacked luggage are strewn about the floor. She does not even have a key. She refuses to nest, you see. Nonetheless, the tiny apartment becomes her home still and inevitably and it is marvelous.

When later in the movie Holly has designs on a wealthy Brazilian, she decides to change herself for him and so learns Portuguese, cooking and knitting. She redecorates her apartment, too. When she fills it with proper chairs and pictures on the walls and a table with a nice tablecloth and flowers on it, the apartment somehow becomes empty and violently sad. It is not hers anymore. Even the cat seems out of place.

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 To make up for the girly nights, which are becoming too frequent for his comfort. :)