After all these years, I still pine for Carrie Bradshaw’s Paris outfit. The Sonia Rykiel giant-flower top was fabulous!
The skirt was beautiful too, but I can’t find a picture of it. Speaking of Sex and the City, I was very annoyed by this article on the movie’s fashion and all of its idiotic and uptight rules for fashion over 40. They include:
- “Do not even think about wearing a wedge or a thick platform.” (Seriously???)
- “Rather than go for a big statement (that Fendi Rasta bag, say), choose a timeless classic. The Hermes Kelly shape has now been copied almost everywhere, even by M&S.” (So I should look like everyone else who buys knockoffs of prestige bags?)
- “Use acid brights sparingly: a clutch and heels in poppy red, say.” (When did red become an “acid” bright? And Nancy Reagan wears red, for God’s sake.)
Here is writer’s ideal look: “She always wears head to toe black, Jackie O shades, flat shoes and hair left long in its natural grey.” That’s great if that’s what you want to wear, and some people make that kind of thing look fabulous. But to me, it sounds like a sad uniform that deliberately downplays femininity, adventure, sexuality, fun … you name it! I’m not dead yet!