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Just fell in love with the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Audrey Hepburn's one of those women who, even if she didn't have the special movie lighting shining in her bright eyes, she'd still be Audrey with those thick (false) eyelashes, and the cute little chin. She, not Twiggy, is the reason we go nuts for thin girls, in my opinion. That and the fact that it looks cute and girlish. (Did you know Disney girls are considered so beautiful because they have childlike faces and women's bodies? sick, n'est-ce pas?)

Something about the way Holly Golightly's dates would stand outside her door, drawling "baby" made my stomach turn. But I love that the movie is so real, for being made a while back. Never saw older movies that were so forthright about adult relationships (guess it's 'cause before my only exposure to old movies was musicals and the like), like how Holly is pretty much a professional escort and Fred (I call him Fred, too, even though his name is Paul) is a kept man.

Didn't you get sick of how his keeper-woman cooed at him- "dahhh-ling"?

I hate that they had Mickey Rooney, a white man, made up with false teeth and goofy faces pretending to be Japanese. Didn't they have Japanese men in 1961? I'm sure they did.

Everything looks so much cleaner in movies. Even the rain looked cleaner; in the end scene it was so thick, somehow, like it wasn't water coming from the sky, but clear oil or something. And somehow, even though Audrey was absolutely terrible at crying on screen, we love her anyway.

Saw my friend Maria's senior recital tonight, and it was so elegantly done, it's got me already planning my halfway recital next spring.

Mmm. Tonight I could happily stay up watching old movies, drinking tea, and not thinking about anything but how cool it would have been to be Audrey Hepburn walking down the streets of New York in a cocktail dress.

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