Well the buzz this weekend among 20, 30, 40 and even 50-somethings were all around the same thing: the long awaited arrival of Sex And The City: 2. Shows were sold out nationwide, emphasizing the immense impact four ladies from Manhattan (and Brooklyn) can have across age, socio-economic and racial boundaries.
Sex-And-The-City-Weekends were blooming everywhere especially here in Los Angeles. I decided to make it a full What-Would-Carrie-Do-Day and hit the luxurious Hollywood Spa Luce basking in sun, poolside daiquiris and the beauty of "girl time." And then it was off to City Walk for a lil of The Big Apple on the big screen. My impression? The girls were definitely back in town, and I thoroughly enjoyed the journey catching us up on the last two years through stale marriages, stressed out motherhood, work balance struggles, and yes, even hot flashes. The ladies stayed true to their original characters and were more or less relatable to a diverse crowd of girls (and boys) that just want to have fun.
Where does the magic come from? A huge portion: the fashion! Trendsetting Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda have been raising the style bar for over a decade, but it was the unlikely of the quartet that stole the fashion stage: Miranda. From the opening scene the red headed sharp shooter sauntered out in a butternut toned draped dress that diverted eyes from the usual couture contenders. Miranda's character continued to be a rock to her sometimes wayward friends, hosting one of the funniest "Sip!" scenes where she gets Charlotte to finally shed her high expectations of perfect motherhood and illustrate the power of letting loose with your girls and being yourself, in all shapes and forms. Walking away from the film it was Miranda who left a lasting impression, showing a diamond in the rough can most certainly give way to a true gem.
While Ms. Bradshaw (Preston??) continues to lead as a fashion icon, she had just a few too many "what is she wearing?!" whispers to don her crown as the diva to die for. Miranda managed to show a little less effort which catapulted her right to the top of Manhattan's Mount Olympus of the fashion gods. She deserves the title, and Miranda, work it mama!
