SAMANTHA: Joseph Altuzarra, Spring 2010
SAMANTHA: Rodarte, Spring 2010
CHARLOTTE: Narcisco Rodriguez, Spring 2010
CHARLOTTE: Donna Karan, Spring 2010
MIRANDA: Caroline Herrera, Spring 2010
MIRANDA: Oscar de la Renta, Spring 2010
CARRIE: Thakoon, Spring 2010
CARRIE: Maria Cornejo, Spring 2010
The set of the new Sex and the City movie may be on lockdown, but our imaginations can run wild and free! What adventures lie in store for our favorite quartet of unlikely heroines, the Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy of the early twenty-first century, as they begin yet another series of cinematic escapades? And more important, what will they wear as they embark on these fantastic exploits?
In the absence of hard info about what the new movie will actually contain (a few images may have leaked out, but they certainly don’t give us any notion of the movie is about) and only some unconfirmed speculation about the plot, we’ve come up with a few made-up, make-believe ideas of our own, and garbed the ladies appropriately with looks straight from the New York spring 2010 runways.
Ever wonder what Big actually does for a living? Whatever it is, it’s something big—the palatial abode that provides a major plot point in the first SATC movie does not come cheap. After marrying Carrie, he is so happy that he is seized with a desire to give back to the world and decides to run for public office. This throws Carrie into a crisis—does she have to toss all the nutty, insouciant outfits that were her birthright? What can she wear that will send the right note to potential constituents and not diminish her famous sense of style? After a partial meltdown, she decides that anything that’s good enough for Michelle Obama will also work for her and stocks her closet happily with Zero Maria Cornejo’s perfect black cocktail dresses and Thakoon’s graphic florals tied high on one thigh (maybe that’ll help get votes?).
Miranda, alas, is laid off from her job as partner in that prestigious law firm, but if you think that means she’s broke, think again. Steve, it turns out, is a master at making money. He opens a chain of hip nightspots—Scout Miami! Scout Hollywood!—and starts showing up everywhere in Ozwald Boateng redingotes and shrunken Thom Browne suits. Not to be outdone, Miranda, for her part, ditches her mommy sweaters and immediately puts Carolina Herrera’s burnt-orange two-piece silk ensemble and Oscar de la Renta’s to-die-for classic trench on hold.
Charlotte, meanwhile, has appeared to conquer the reproductive problems that bedeviled her on the television show. Not only did she give birth in the first SATC movie, she will produce triplets in the second. Though she immediately gets back in shape (remember what a fiend she is for running, horseback riding, and tennis?) it’s hard to wear anything superrestrictive when you’re taking care of five kids. So imagine how happy she is when Harry shows up with a giant box containing deliciously pale Donna Karan wrapped floaty frocks and easy, gauzy Narciso Rodriguez dresses.
But it is Samantha who really shocks us, style-wise. After a brief retreat from the world of men—from the world, period—to escape to a monastery like Anjelica Huston in The Royal Tenenbaums and wear nothing but ankle-grazing black Comme des Garçons, she returns to reality, moves to Greenpoint, and starts a rock band clad in Rodarte wild-woman patchwork, Marc Jacobs ruffles, and even a crazy Joseph Atuzarra eyelet-and-leather number, and decides that Smith Jarrett, while undeniably handsome, is just too old for her.