I knew there was a reason that I got that coffee and croissant today. Truman Capote’s awesome rocking novella, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, turns 50 today. few people today even remember that this was a book before it was a movie, and few people (outside of moi) still argue whether one is more awesome than the other. Way fewer people still care that the film was totally straightwashed. On the film side, Audrey Hepburn is so iconic to the story, it’s hard to imagine that she was a last choice for the role. If you live in New York and haven’t taken a sack of pastry and a greek cup of coffee over to 57th Street and 5th Avenue, c’mon, get your a fucking sugar/milk and danish. Hepburn hated croissants, actually. She begged to do the scene with an icecream cone. But then mabye we wouldn’t have a 50 year anniversary.