I must confess, I so closely align
Sarah Jessica Parker with Carrie Bradshaw, that I think they're one and the same. Does this make me crazy? No doubt. But I don't care because 1) It's unlikely SJP and I are going to become BFF, so there's no danger of creeping her out with my fantasy world; and 2) I can continue to believe that Carrie and Mr. Big are still roaming the streets of NYC in his limo -- which I happen to find very, very comforting and therefore trumps being in touch with reality.
But then I saw this picture of SJP. And I woke up.
I think SJP/Carrie, with her size zero figure and quirky aura, can pull off just about anything. Except this. Which is how I've come to the devastating realization that she and Carrie are not, in fact, the same person. You see, Carrie Bradshaw would never wear this.
Patricia Field would never let Carrie wear this. It's like SJP was trying to pay homage to the genius stylist with the eclectic assortment of pieces. However, when Patricia would throw together hot pants, a newsboy cap and Mary Janes, it somehow worked; it was whimsical. But this...? What can I say... from the flowered high-waisted granny leather skirt, to the ripped sequin blouse fashioned as a necklace, to the transparent shirt, to the librarian pumps... it's as befuddling as a column written by Ted Casablanca (I mean, seriously.
For ince?
Job-a-roonie ?
La-tuh?
Woncha? What language
is that? I don't understand a darn thing that man says [writes]!)
Anyway.
Now that SJP's brought us
SATC crazies back to reality, she should stop trying so hard to be Carrie and just be, well, Sarah Jessica -- while I go cry into a cosmopolitan and tell Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha about my earth-shattering realization (hey, baby steps, people, baby steps)...
