As she does in the closing scene of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
In our opinion, this is her biggest feat in the film, which we are reminded of most poignantly when we try following prayer on our potholed, slushy streets post a heavy downpour. The time when neither bright neons, nor waterproof makeup, or even the big, floral aegis (a suggestion dished out every year by sundry monsoon guides) are able to help us recover our slowly crumbling luxuriousness. So we decided to find out how to remain elegant (trust us, mere pretty is no match) this monsoon.
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