Carrie Bradshaw Could Never Resist a Love Triangle
Carrie Bradshaw, for better or worse, has always been a modern woman — at least when it comes to her fashion choices. (Her sexual escapades tell another story; after all, this is a woman who famously dumped a man whose face was probably the prototype for the Golden Ratio because he was bisexual.) But when you think about it, Carrie, an ironically prude sex columnist, was kind of doing a proto-version of polyamory way before Lily and her boyfriend were even conceived. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that in And Just Like That …, Carrie seems to be once again nestling herself into a sort of love triangle, nor should we be that surprised to learn that, when faced with Aidan’s infidelity, she didn’t really care. She stroked her sleek side ponytail, “hmmm’d” and “haaa’d” about it for just a brief moment, then shrugged her lace-covered shoulders in apathy. I guess it would have been hypocritical for her to react any other way after she’s shattered this man’s heart over and over again throughout their decadeslong situationship.
Classic Carrie — never really chasing anything apart from a pair of Manolos on sale or a wealthy man who barely reciprocates her love. Everything else has kind of fallen in her lap: her writing career, her books (famously written about her friends’ exploits and her late husband), her home, her cat, her money, her multiple magazine covers, even some of her clothes (remember that Vera Wang herself gifted Carrie her wedding dress). I’m not saying she didn’t spend at least one or two nights a week clacking at her laptop, pondering the complexities of life and love while ripping cigs. I’m not saying she hasn’t put herself out there and taken risks. I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve the things she owns. What I am saying is that, despite becoming a widow and going through the unimaginable, Carrie still finds a way to breeze through life. I’m trying to decide if that’s aspirational or not.
But I am certain of one thing: The fashion in this show, along with the writing and directing, is improving. Let’s count our blessings!
Carrie
It appears as if writing a pretty bad period novel about some Edwardian-era woman is not enough: Carrie has opted to dress like one, too, and I kind of like it. What else is a girl supposed to wear while browsing at Tiffany’s? Khakis?
I’m also relieved to see her looking more like a normal human at home: a set of ratty lounge pants and a sweatshirt that looks like she’s owned them since at least age 25 as pajamas, going barefoot instead of stalking around in stilettos. In fact, we should all consider how much of a red flag it is that Aidan was so shocked Carrie wasn’t wearing shoes inside of her home. I don’t care if she was tiptoeing around broken glass, wearing your shoes inside after trekking across the feces-streaked streets of Manhattan should be a cardinal offense.
Charlotte
Char’s blowout while meeting Harry at his doctor’s appointment is astronomically high. We need to know what hair spray is getting that kind of a vertical. That said, is it okay to serve this much while entering a cancer center?
Seema
Once again, this woman can do no wrong. A gorgeous burnt-burgundy dress, the same shade as her beautiful Mercedes, ideal for saying good-bye to her lover (read: her driver).
Miranda
This Simkhai plaid dress is working for her. This is the line I want the costume designers to toe with Miranda. Enough with the vests!
Lisa Todd Wexley
I know LTW had a tough episode, so I won’t say too much about her out of respect. What I will say, though, is that nothing irks me more than when I see the bottom of a pair of shoes utterly scuffless in a show or movie. Everyone knows the second you wear your new favorite heels out, especially in New York, those red bottoms are getting smacked right into oblivion and you’re going to return home with a scratched-up mess and maybe some gum stuck to them.
Also, how diabolical was it to put Lisa’s Key-lime-green Fendi Peekaboo bag head-to-head with Lucille’s logomaniac Michael Kors bag as the duo planned the funeral (by the way, LTW looked phenomenal in her Mugler-esque skirt suit). I am once again asking, Is it okay to show out at the saddest places on earth?
Bitsy Von Muffling
You know what? Hell yeah, Bitsy. Hell yeah.
Men
Marion is perhaps the only man in this series with even a modicum of swagger. I never thought I’d say that about a man wearing red-lens sunglasses post-2014, but here we are. Is it bad I’m rooting for him and LTW?
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