The Icon: Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face

There's no better excuse than a trip to Paris to figure out a new wardrobe.

When you find yourself stuck in a rut of isolation and a drab existence, sometimes you need to step outside of your comfort zone and pursue whatever random opportunity presents itself, no matter how frightening it may be. 

Take Jo (Audrey Hepburn), for instance. She worked at a dark little bookstore in New York when, by a twist of fate, the editor and photographer for a women's fashion magazine decided to conduct an impromptu photoshoot there. What ensued was a job offer in Paris to model for the magazine and a well-known fashion designer. Could life have gotten any better for Jo?

Though Funny Face (1957) may be somewhat flawed in the sense that at the heart of the film is a love story between Audrey and Fred Astaire - yawn - it is still nonetheless a musical about fashion, set in Paris.

Costume design legend, Edith Head, also provided some iconic looks in All About Eve (1950), Roman Holiday (1953), Rear Window (1954) and Vertigo (1958), not to mention that she shared the work on this film with none other than the great Hubert de Givenchy.

Iconic is an understatement.

The Icon: Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's

The only thing I dislike about Holly Golightly is her Cat.

Has anyone ever considered how different the story of Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) would be if she had a dog instead of a cat? Think about it. The mind boggles. 

Anyhow, for the last several months, I've been trying my hardest to avoid writing about this film. I absolutely adore it, but I feel like it has lost so much meaning throughout the decades because of the way it has been popularized. It's a cliche to say you love this film, and that's a damn shame. 

Yet, I am constantly thinking about it. But why?

Could it be because I will soon be living on my own (okay, with two flat-mates, but without my sister)? Because I will no longer have to succumb to the ever-so unglamorous student lifestyle? Because I can finally afford to buy one of those fabulous sleeping-masks?

Maybe.

I have thought about this at length and in-depth, and I have come to the conclusion that I will henceforth live like Holly (except for the whole escort thing). I will be fun and glamorous, carefree and pensive, and above all: exquisitely stylish.

I have compiled a list of commandments for my "Golightly Lifestyle":

1) I will make men find my shoes whenever they wake me up.

2) I will wear my bed-sheets as a toga when I am getting ready for a party.

3) I will wear massive sunglasses.

4) I will find slippers in my fridge.

5) I will sleep in a men's tuxedo-shirt.

Hmm, it's a good start. I feel like I should print out and frame this list.