SJP: The big flower returns.
Dear Sex & The City The Movie,
Let me preface this with saying: I used to be a huge Sex & The City fan.
Like every other girl in America who has been single, taken, single, and taken again and again, I loved catching the clever exchanges four good looking, successful and happy women shared against the Manhattan skyline every Sunday on HBO.
Even when things came to a close, I went as far as to purchase the DVDs, although I had seen most episodes already.
Costume designer, Patricia Field, really did it for me. I loved the crazy get-ups she conceptualized on each character, she knew the city so well. These outfits could only ever fly in New York. No where else! I thought she was the cat's pajamas, the bee's knees.
But ladies, everywhere I turn, there you are. Sex & The City seems to be filming everywhere I am in New York City. Coming into work, I see your food services truck. Running to visit friends in the Village, there you are again.
I love you...but I can't see you.
Your movie isn't out until May 2008, and no one wants to hear about my run-ins with your production assistants, asking me ever so kindly to walk a little quicker because I'm in your frame, or the fact that SJP's been wearing that wedding dress all over the city.
Can we please wrap it up, ladies?
I'd like to keep a respectable distance between those who's wardrobes I'd admire. You can't be real, you exist only on my TV and in my mind where you are consistently flawlessly dressed. Don't ruin the illusion. I want to be surprised.
Yours,
M
