This was near the top of my to do list in New York. I mean who doesn’t love the film with Audrey Hepburn who daydreams about diamonds while munching a croissant? Apparently a few people it seems. Seems most people know Breakfast at Tiffany’s from the song, and even then we’re scraping the barrel. This beautiful film has been buried with time and although one of the most iconic pictures of Audrey comes from the film it seems the essence has been lost. But not for this girl. Having Breakfast at Tiffany’s was something I wanted to do, just for the heck of it.
But how do you mange this? How do you get up early and make your way to Tiffany and Co via a bakery to stare lovingly through the windows? When you are living in the New York minute but still on greenwich mean time it’s difficult, I can tell you.
It also got me thinking that maybe I wouldn’t be the only one there either. I mean despite arrousing the suspicion of the security guards by loitering outside half asleep, wouldn’t it be a little crowded with like-minded and possibly more awake ladies?
Would we all vi for the coveted spot outside that gave us a clear view of the window displays or would it all turn a bit bitchy with us all surveying each other through sleepy eyes trying to step just that little bit further forward? Gah!
Would we be mistaken for a funeral procession or a Holly Golightly lookalike convention all dressed alike? Or like a bunch of glamorous blind women? It could all turn sour.
I talked myself out of it, left the over-sized sunnies, LBD and updo at home and went to Harry Winston for lunch instead.