BBC News writes:"The black dress worn by Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's is to be auctioned for a charity which helps under-privileged people in India.
The outfit was designed by Hubert de Givenchy, who was in charge of Hepburn's wardrobe in the 1961 film.".
You can read the news story here.
Breakfast at Tiffany's is one of the films that left me with mixed feelings. The first time I saw it on TV, I was around 15. I was sent to bed before I finished the film, so I never knew what happens at the end. She could've just as well flown to Brazil, which probably would have been a better ending for me. I couldn't figure out why she should end up with George Peppard, except maybe because of his stunning abs.
All the double entendre's about kept men, no name cat, bizarre parties also left me cold. Where the movie touched me was in Buddy Ebsen's protrayal of Doc Golightly. Here was a simple man with four kids from Texas, who is crazy in love with a spoiled lunatic by the name of Lula Mae Barnes, and still searching to bring her back home. At 15, that’s the character I could relate to. And at 32, that’s still the one I love the most in the movie.
I can certainly relate to myself as a no-name cat, drifting through life without purpose or anchors, my various academic and career pursuits are glaring testaments to that. My anchor points more often are defined by who I’m with at that moment. But after my share of beauty queens, the eccentrics, the drifters, lately I find myself contemplating living my life with a horse doctor and four ready-made kids. At least there’s food on the table, and there’s stability in knowing that you’re being cared for.
Sure there’s nothing wrong with fly-by-night romances, glamorous parties and exotic places. But after going through it all, I can affirm that the horse and the four kids are probably more appealing to me at this point than the iconic black Givenchy dress and all the jewelry of Tiffany’s.
The outfit was designed by Hubert de Givenchy, who was in charge of Hepburn's wardrobe in the 1961 film.".
You can read the news story here.
Breakfast at Tiffany's is one of the films that left me with mixed feelings. The first time I saw it on TV, I was around 15. I was sent to bed before I finished the film, so I never knew what happens at the end. She could've just as well flown to Brazil, which probably would have been a better ending for me. I couldn't figure out why she should end up with George Peppard, except maybe because of his stunning abs.
All the double entendre's about kept men, no name cat, bizarre parties also left me cold. Where the movie touched me was in Buddy Ebsen's protrayal of Doc Golightly. Here was a simple man with four kids from Texas, who is crazy in love with a spoiled lunatic by the name of Lula Mae Barnes, and still searching to bring her back home. At 15, that’s the character I could relate to. And at 32, that’s still the one I love the most in the movie.
I can certainly relate to myself as a no-name cat, drifting through life without purpose or anchors, my various academic and career pursuits are glaring testaments to that. My anchor points more often are defined by who I’m with at that moment. But after my share of beauty queens, the eccentrics, the drifters, lately I find myself contemplating living my life with a horse doctor and four ready-made kids. At least there’s food on the table, and there’s stability in knowing that you’re being cared for.
Sure there’s nothing wrong with fly-by-night romances, glamorous parties and exotic places. But after going through it all, I can affirm that the horse and the four kids are probably more appealing to me at this point than the iconic black Givenchy dress and all the jewelry of Tiffany’s.
Now, George Peppard and his abs, that's another discussion. :-)
