If experience has taught me nothing else, I know that I never want to go to another New Year’s Eve party. Neither do I want to watch the ball drop at midnight at Times Square in New York City–either in person or on television.
This year, I settled into my favorite chair and decided to watch a movie on television. Never big on movies that replace dialog with car chases, I’ll always drift over to dramas, mysteries, or romantic comedies.
The Dog Who ate a Light Bulb was asleep in his favorite chair (I miss sitting in that chair, by the way). I knew I had a quiet evening in front of me but was having trouble picking out a movie I wanted to watch.
Scrolling through the list on Netflix, I finally spotted the movie I hadn’t seen in decades: Breakfast at Tiffany’s. The movie is 54 years old — had it aged gracefully?
No need to worry; they had me at the opening scene. A taxi pulls up to Tiffany’s in New York City at dawn. A woman, wearing a little black dress, exits the cab carrying a pastry and cup of coffee and gazes at the displays in the windows. But this is no ordinary woman and no off-the-rack dress: it is Audrey Hepburn wearing a gown designed by Hubert de Givency.
It is this:
I remember when this movie came out and how I fell in love with classic style and elegant dresses. I would never be Audrey Hepburn, but I could aspire to try to dress with some style and sophistication.
Over the past decade or so, we have gone from casual Fridays to all-casual, all the time. Spandex is the new cashmere and we have evolved into a nation of slobs.
We may not be able to afford designer clothes, but come on, people! Let’s at least try to dress better.
You’ll feel better about yourselves. Promise.