Iconic as the film version of Breakfast at Tiffany's may be, I've always preferred the original novella. Truman Capote captured the louche sensibilities of young people starting out in the city in a way that Audrey Hepburn's Hollywood glamour eclipsed in the movie. Re-reading it last night, I came across one of my favorite style pointers from a literary heroine, ever:
"It's like Tiffany's," she said. "Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty, and even that's risky. They only look right on the really old girls...wrinkles and bone; white hair and diamonds: I can't wait."
I couldn't agree more. Maybe by the time that I'm ready for them, the diamond industry will have ended its exploitative practices.