Why not to start from a video, I casually
came across? Nothing special really, light pop I daresay, but I loved the video-clip idea of these
group - the Deep blue something. They are catered in the Fifth Avenue by spruced up waiters, who arrange the table and bring the meal in a fancy style. It is hilarious how
these four breezy musicians ridicule the snooty demeanour of the waiters, who in
the end partake at this joke: the song is jovial and bitter at the same time,
about a couple falling apart, divided by different lives. Breakfast at Tiffany’s seems to be the
only true shared memory, which remains.
Deep blue something, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Breakfast
at Tiffany’s has become the epitome of irresistible
Grace, even if the film, in the end, is narrating the story of an escort. The
first time I saw it, I did not even catch this level of reading. I never read the book and I blame
myself for this fault, apologizing with Truman Capote’s spirit himself. The
film is a masterpiece and contributed to shape the conscience of an epoch, inspiring the style of womanhood until
nowadays. Do we have to suspend for this reason our opinion? Not at all!
The film, in fact, is about the conciliation of impossible states of mind and
the Deep blue something apparently
got this message as well.
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| Audrey Hepburn in a sort of homage to the White rim concept, developed in this blog |
The opening of Breakfast at Tiffany’s: it takes a
minute to watch and a century to be forgotten
Short documentary on the film made 40 years after:
Yet, strictly speaking of food, I found
really intriguing the opening scene: Mrs Holly Golightly steps off from a cab
and admires the Tiffany’s shop window, biting a pastry and drinking a take away coffee: this was HER BREAKFAST, solitary, alone, quick.
The whole film may be concluded after these two initial minutes. In 1961 - when
the film came out - Europe probably regarded the scene as something terribly
American, distant visually and conceptually: nowadays, if you think of
Starbuck’s and McDonald’s - busy people carrying steaming caloric stuff -
everything appears under a different light, or better a different go-lightly…an easier way of living,
consuming life, increasing the time rushing, clustering up walking, phoning and
eating with extreme nonchalance. Is
this what we really aim for?
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| Where our rushy life-style brought us |
Subsequently, I found really sad the
imagine of a ravishing posh lady in her early thirties - wearing pearls and a
perfectly tailored evening dress, at the first beams of the day, in an almost
desert urban landscape – sipping an industrial beverage. Junk food and fast food shouldn’t be demonised, this is obvious, a
blind attitude toward them instead is: eating badly damages the body and
affects every-day life, makes people mentally slower, dependant on excessive
calories, less open to something new, and more exposed to diseases such as
diabetes. I wish to develop this topic in another post though, so for the
moment I’ll just say these people – relating too much on chains convenience -
also lose the pleasure of appreciating high cuisine and natural ingredients.
The piteous state of their bodies then prevents them to enjoy other piquant aspects of social life. If you
know what I mean! Clearly Audrey Hepburn didn’t indulge on an irresponsible
alimentary regime. So, I wish to take a cue from Audrey’s style in order to
emphasise the moment of sudden revelation I had in front of an experience: some
irreplaceable éclairs.
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| Silent dance of harmonic tastes |
This patisserie called Caramella [Candy] di Gino Fabbri is possibly my favourite. It won
an award in 2010 as the best patisserie
in Italy, and its standard is still worthy its fame. The only inconvenience
is that it attracts too many people, so the best thing to do is to behave somehow
like a dandy: fixing a breakfast-trip around 11 am is just brilliant and then
everything appears reasonable. You have to drive a bit in the countryside that
encloses Bologna.
This place sells chocolate and jams, whose
quality is superb, although my attention and my interest are always called out
by this fantastic éclairs: a roman army
of pastries that make your mouth an annex of the Heavens. It is just a pity
(and a nonsense) to go there alone, it is a cafe meant to be shared-and-shared-alike
with friends, only the best ones, of course. I went there with Moraine - the
pocket lady - cause her size his only balanced by her likeability. Her hair are
curly as those of a Greek maiden and her generosity is that of an ancient
goddess: she treated me for breakfast (a generosity I won’t forget easily!) and
the warm waft of September - under white gazebos of linen – made our
conversation even more enjoyable.
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| Moraine has basically the same hair of this gorgeous model |
Each pastry has a shortbread case, a vessel
of taste: each of them varies according to the filling and you cannot
stop…crème Chantilly, chocolate crème, ricotta with pistachios, raspberry jam
and mascarpone dusted in cocoa powder, rice cake, cream puffs. And the coffee
is, ça va sans dire, Illy.
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The wise and attentive selection
of ingredients, makes this place
worthier than a jewellery boutique,
being the prices almost the same
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