Today I made beef bourguignon and chocolate pudding, the latter of which my sister and I ate while we watched Butterfield 8, the latest addition to our favorite genre, classic conflicted call-girl movies... Breakfast at Tiffany's, Belle de Jour (she says the book trumps the film on the matter of the second count, p.s. and I can definitely vouch for Capote's novella being infinitely more quotable on the first). Elizabeth Taylor's Oscar-winning turn as Gloria riveted us, from her iconic style to her ways of handling romantic affairs, and well, her affairs in general.
The best moment in the film, adapted from John O'Hara's novel, comes when she bursts into her besotted male best friend's place in the middle of the night and preambles a heartrending confession by saying, "I have to tell you something. Nobody knows this except a certain man, somewhere who I like to think of as standing in the middle of a lake filled with burning gasoline." So much for subtlety. With a moue like that, who needs it?
[Estee Lauder Lipstick in "Mocha Pink," $17.50 at Saks Fifth Ave]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
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