Gee damn!, or the Philosophy of Holly

I've been recently rewatching 'Breakfast at Tiffany' (it was the 4th time, I believe). I prefer the novel, to tell you the truth, but the film certainly has something irresistible about it (either Audrey Hepburn as Holly or some other je ne sais quoi). Every time I watch it (or read it) I wonder what makes Holly Golightly's story so exciting. Isn't it utterly true that all of us secretly long to adopt that très fou lifestyle of hers? It's not about being a 'lost soul', it's about not caring about things too much, not getting used to your own life. And there's more to it: I love when people follow their passion. I don't mean one should go where the wind may take them. There's always an amount of crazy dreams one would never think of fulfilling. To take up flower design and become a flower girl, for instance. Imagine your own little shop full of exotic flowers, floral decorations, lovely bouquets and a smiling flower girl surrounded by all this beauty. Isn't it enough to make one happy? This is an illusion anyway but how divinely nice it would be to live up to your own desires, n'est-ce pas?
P.S. Bonus: the film's most lovely moment.
xx

Lolita, or the Second Life of Dolores Haze

At last I have got round to reading the English (mind: original!) version of Vladimir Nabokov's novel Lolita. I do not feel like going into the style details (verbal textures, etc.). What fascinates me is the truly revolutionary character type Nabokov created. Lolita as New American vs. Old Continental culture symbol. Lolita holding her Coke. Lo the Comic Strip Fan. Both naïve and deceitful.
Sort of reincarnation of D. Haze is to be found in monsieur Gainsbourg's album Histoire de Melody Nelson. Bien sûr, Serge Gainsbourg was more into writing about his inner Humbert Humbert rather than turning Lolita into Melody Nelson. Still, the album is all about the sophisticated pervert aesthetics, which makes the glorious nymphet girl an influential image.

These pics are my Lolita fantasy.