Breakfast At Tiffany’s, The Halloween Costume For Trads Who Hate Wearing Halloween Costumes


If you’re being dragged to a Halloween party and hate having to wear a costume, here’s a great idea. Go as Paul from the 1961 film “Breakfast At Tiffany’s.”

All you need are a blazer, blue buttondown, red rep tie, gray slacks, loafers, and a khaki raincoat. You’ll also need to buy a silly cartoon mask, or, true to the film, steal one.

Options include matching your date and running to the party in order to arrive short of breath. — CC

9 Comments on "Breakfast At Tiffany’s, The Halloween Costume For Trads Who Hate Wearing Halloween Costumes"

  1. Minimalist Trad | October 30, 2016 at 1:56 pm |

    The tie is a bit narrow, but otherwise, the outfit is comme il faut:

  2. Yeah, things were kind of like that in 1961.

  3. Paul’s mask seems to be the cartoon character Droopy, an anthropomorphic basset hound. Bassets were very New England at the time.

  4. Chewco L.P. (Cayman) | October 30, 2016 at 8:20 pm |

    I bought that very same tie from Brooks Brothers after seeing the movie for the first time (same width).

    Watching the ‘sterling silver Telephone Dialer’ Tiffany’s scene on YouTube, all I can say is that his shirt is, as appropriately as I can describe it, perfect.

    Also, I am yet to find a jacket with that subtly dark, regal, maroon lining such as his. Reconstructing that outfit *as is* (shirt, jacket, pants), unfortunately would have to be completely made-to-measure. Unfortunate for its ostensible simplicity more so than its predicted cost.

    Overall 10/10.

  5. I will not be needing to do this as I have in my possession a Halloween outfit so demented as to strike unspeakable terror into readers of this site: my Seventies Man ensemble!

    Like many a collegian in the woebegone 70s, I was lured to the dark side by then-current “fashions” and miraculously, two items I wore not only survived intact, but still lurk in the darkest recesses of my closet. The cornerstone is a pair of 1974 denim trousers with flared bottoms that all but completely cover my size 12 1/2 shoes. I can still (barely) squeeze into them. When I do, the hems still ride at floor level, producing the illusion that my legs are two blue trees growing out of the earth. These are deftly complemented by a pair of period gold wire-frame aviator glasses with yellow lenses.

    If you doorbell rings this Halloween night, open the door very carefully; it might be Seventies Man back from the dead, endlessly wandering in search of his Mood Ring and Pet Rock…

  6. Charlottesville | October 31, 2016 at 11:11 am |

    Perfect. I now know exactly what I want to wear tomorrow (sans mask). Can’t see the shoes, though. Loafers?

  7. Hmmm…..dressing up a like a male gigolo. But I suppose Miss Hepburn is worth it. And I have all of the items in my closet.

  8. Writers have to do what they can to survive.

    And glad you think she’s worth it, since she did the same!

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