“Would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn’t read this sort of thing without her lipstick.” –Holly Golightly
Reading Truman Capote’s short story classic Breakfast at Tiffany’s for my book club proved to be a challenge in fighting off the iconic beast of the film. Images of cats eye glasses, and long cigarette holders were pushed back to make room for a much more stripped down, nuanced, and real story. A testament to the fact that books historically have been allowed to be the truth tellers of their time, Capote’s story broaches the topics of homosexuality, miscarriage, and teen marriage with an honesty the film version could not, 1961 was after all the epicenter of the moralistically controlling Hayes Code in cinema. The film stripes the honesty of Holly, and her blunt observations, with a more polished, presentable version. I, like most, am still enraptured with Audrey Hepburn’s Holly. She uses a lot of the nuances and mannerisms from the story. But, I find the Hollywood ending, and the forced romance of the movie, to limit the scope of the book, which really is the farthest thing from a romance that you could get. It’s more of a study of people trying to find “home” in the frenetic center of a big city. It allows you to gleam a very liberated female character, flaws and all, as an honest portrayal of her time. Phony or not, Holly is one of the more intriguing characters I’ve read in some time.
Hear Truman Capote read an excerpt here.
Spanning over 60 years, and involving an ensemble cast that might easily be close to 100, Wes Anderson’s film The Grand Budapest Hotel, definitely lives up to it’s titular “grand” scope. This fast pace tale of the life and times of a hotel, it’s staff, and the cast of characters that come through its doors, is spectacular in its set designs and storytelling. Although sometimes overwhelming with the amount of characters and scene changes put into it, the heart and soul remains in Ralph Fiennes’ portrayal of M. Gustave, the amorous concierge. Fiennes’ soulful Gustave takes pauses to pontificate on romantic poetry and look longingly off-camera, creating the much-needed emotional cornerstone to all the capers. Anderson is in a field of his own as his vision transcends...
Yes, this is the second time on the blog I have used this Woody Allen quote. Maybe painting it will get it out of my system, most likely not. First, is the genius in it's simplicity. We all have been there at some point, the heart trumps logic, and we impetuously jump in, eyes closed, heart open. Sometimes it's a lesson and other times...well, it's life. Second, is the cutting real-time implications of Woody Allen (still an all-time favorite of mine needless to say) saying this at a press release about his choice of leaving his longtime love for her teenage, adopted daughter. Ouch. Whatever side you fall on this, there is a truth and honesty at it’s core that’s hard to avoid. The duplicity of the romantic notion of going with your heart above all else, and the cutting honesty that in love comes selfishness in many forms. Something to think about…I’m probably gonna paint this one a few more times to think on it.
Is it an illusion that Summer is supposedly more relaxing than the other seasons? Yes, we are getting ample beach and pool time in, but I have to say I feel just as busy as any other time of the year. I think that expectation is left over residue from school years, where you took your finals, threw your text books in the air, and freeze-frame jumped while fist-pumping into the air, followed by three months of blissful nothing. C'est la vie, this is not meant to be a complaint. I love Summer, but I do dream about an extended period of just doing nothing but floating. Isn't the above image by Andrew Jason Leung gorgeous, and captures this thought perfectly? Very In the Mood for Love. Have a great weekend.
It could be because of the beach subject matter (very close to my heart these days), it could be because of the bright pops of color (which I’m always a sucker for), it could be because of the loose, abstract subjects playfully taking form with hints of patterns…whatever it is, I am loving Teil Duncan’s paintings. This Georgia raised artist is part of the emerging South Carolina art scene that I keep happening upon. There’s something in the air down there, cause there is a wonderfully whimsical and bold style coming out from there recently. Teil’s prices are very friendly but the challenge is snatching one up before it’s sold.
Find more of her work here.