Oh my GOD, we GET IT, you're working on another Sex and the City movie.
Fine: I don't really hate this. It just sort of ANNOYS me for potentially irrational reasons. The shoes are sort of hot, in a dominatrix kind of way. The green snakeskin dress and blinged-out cuffs are funky. And I would probably enjoy the fur stole, were it not such an impotent defense against New York's forty-degree temps. But somehow all of these things together, plus the wrist-length gloves that look less utilitarian than they are an homage to Karl Lagerfeld -- as if he ran into her one day, pressed them into her arms, and said, "Hands are for the helpless, darling. HIDE THEM AND BE FREE" -- all appear to want to bang us over the head with her former alter-ego. Like she doesn't REALLY want to look like Carrie Bradshaw all the time (and indeed will tell people how anti-fashion she tends to be in her real life, despite all evidence to the contrary) but God forbid you stop remembering that they are the same person, and HEAVEN FORFEND the day that the media decides it doesn't care how Michael Patrick King plans to further assassinate his characters with weird scatalogical jokes and insulting plot points, because she has 100 coy responses about the SATC sequel written and ready to be deployed. So LOOK OUT. Carrie Jessica Bradshaw is here to stay until that damn thing is shot and in the can.
Fine: I don't really hate this. It just sort of ANNOYS me for potentially irrational reasons. The shoes are sort of hot, in a dominatrix kind of way. The green snakeskin dress and blinged-out cuffs are funky. And I would probably enjoy the fur stole, were it not such an impotent defense against New York's forty-degree temps. But somehow all of these things together, plus the wrist-length gloves that look less utilitarian than they are an homage to Karl Lagerfeld -- as if he ran into her one day, pressed them into her arms, and said, "Hands are for the helpless, darling. HIDE THEM AND BE FREE" -- all appear to want to bang us over the head with her former alter-ego. Like she doesn't REALLY want to look like Carrie Bradshaw all the time (and indeed will tell people how anti-fashion she tends to be in her real life, despite all evidence to the contrary) but God forbid you stop remembering that they are the same person, and HEAVEN FORFEND the day that the media decides it doesn't care how Michael Patrick King plans to further assassinate his characters with weird scatalogical jokes and insulting plot points, because she has 100 coy responses about the SATC sequel written and ready to be deployed. So LOOK OUT. Carrie Jessica Bradshaw is here to stay until that damn thing is shot and in the can.
