A few days ago I was packing up my apartment and watching the series finale of Sex and the City. I hadn't watched any SATC for a while and it was weird how much I missed it, how comforting and familiar a TV show can feel. Besides how can you not love a show that has fashion credits?
When I first moved to New York (the summer of 2006) the series was already over and the first movie was in the works, but it wasn't until then that I started to fall madly in love with the series. I had just started working in fashion and (irresponsibly) I was spending all of my money on Balthazar brunches and ridiculously priced shoes. It was easy to identify with these gorgeous women who did the exact same things I did (albeit on a much larger scale).
So last weekend - in a pile of boxes and my book collection - I popped in the series finale. Now if you ask me, this is the BEST content SATC ever had to offer. It was so perfectly written, so perfectly melancholy, and had the best ending ever. You are a love terrorist if you didn't want Big and Carrie to ultimately end up together...
But on a completely different level, it was in these last two episodes that Carrie's wardrobe launched itself into the stratosphere. It was STUNNING, perfectly Parisian, and there wasn't a ridiculous flower pin in sight.
There isn't anyone more synonymous with Parisian knitwear than Sonia Rykiel, so it was such a smart choice for the first Paris scene. The stripes (and a play on that goddamn flower again) make for a very soft, romantic look.
The drop-dead gorgeous Atelier Versace gown Carrie wore while waiting (and waiting) for Petrovsky on her first night in Paris is my absolute favorite SATC look of all time. This dress completely takes you out of reality. It's acres and acres of tulle and chiffon in this darkly romantic color. It captured the mood perfectly - to be so woeful and THAT dressed up.
This red polka dotted Balenciaga is so fantastic but when it's paired with a black overcoat (with french cuffs - WHAAAT?) and that umbrella, it's perfection. And I'm dying over that little pop of green tulle!
This vintage seafoam ballet dress from the final scene in Paris (I wish you could see it better) is the reason my friend hauled a custom made hot pink tutu back to me from Barcelona. I love a good tutu. And yes, my hot pink tutu is still in my closet.