Breakfast at Tiffany's and Three Stories by Truman Capote

Encased in glass was a re-creation of the dress. When I wandered down to the fifth floor, I headed straight for the “Audrey Experience,” an alcove near the elevator that displayed photos of Hepburn in her iconic costume from the opening scene of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Hundreds of dainty Tiffany boxes dangled from its ceiling.įrom top: Photo: Neil Rasmus/BFA.com Photo: Neil Rasmus/BFA.com Meanwhile, on the sixth floor, the new Blue Box Café was setting up shop. “Some of these pieces take years to make,” I heard one woman say to someone else gawking at a windowed room where men in white lab coats peered into telescopes, handling precious gemstones in their hands to be made into jewelry. On the seventh floor, high-end jewels, watches, and a workshop. On the eighth and ninth floors, the Tiffany Gallery was available only by appointment - which I did not have. The stairwell itself was inspired by a window display of necklaces by Italian jewelry designer Elsa Peretti, which were tiny pendant bottles made to hold real water and a single flower.Įach level housed a different collection of jewelry. Inside, I made my way to the top floor with the plan of working my way down the winding staircase. Instead of breaking into song, she gave a speech, and approximately two minutes later, an exorbitantly large Tiffany-blue ribbon was cut. He asked Gal Gadot, a brand ambassador, if she’d like to say a few words. Anthony Ledru, president and CEO of Tiffany & Co., made a speech thanking each of us for being there, as if we’d ever say “no” to the chance to live out many people’s greatest film fantasy. We (meaning Alexandre Arnault, Anna Wintour and her bob, a horde of the most-expensive-looking people I’d ever seen, and I) had gathered to celebrate the first redesign of the Tiffany building since 1940.Īt around 8:39 a.m., we were gently ushered outside to the corner of 57th Street and Fifth Avenue. I needed to consume something to be able to say “I had breakfast at Tiffany’s.” So I scarfed down a tiny quarter-size bagel. With a Basquiat as my backdrop, I set my mug and saucer down on a display case filled with gold, heart-shaped “Return to Tiffany” necklaces glimmering beneath the glass.

The fear that the flaky crumbs would flitter down and litter the new, pristine carpet was too great.

I couldn’t muster the bravery to bite into one of the decadently puffed, buttery croissants, which floated around on silver trays at the opening of the redesigned Tiffany & Co.

Breakfast at Tiffany's and Three Stories by Truman Capote