Fifth Avenue, 57th Street
I just finished Fifth Avenue, 5 A.M., Sam Wasson's splendidly-entertaining chronicle of the making of the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's. (The book doesn't mention the Tailored Woman store, located on the opposite corner from Tiffany, but this post does.)
The original Truman Capote tale involved an unrepentant golddigger and an unnamed narrator who befriends her. In the cleaned-up (though still racy, for 1961) movie version Peppard's character gradually falls in love with Holly, leading to a romantic ending. I re-read the novella this weekend and it left me with a case of the blues, or the mean reds, as Holly Golightly would say. It's a tawdry story, though beautifully written. In the book Holly never does have breakfast at Tiffany's. That's why I'll always stay true to the movie version instead, with its sweeping opening shot of 5th Avenue at 5 AM. Holly's true love affair is with New York itself, and this wonderful corner in particular.