There's so much I want to say on the subject of Sex and the City2. I haven't seen it - I might or might not tonight, we might actually get sold out (we can't reserve with our Cineworld unlimited cards) - and frankly, I didn't like the first film. I didn't get it. I've always been the type to resist hype of any type (hey, that rhymes!) and I love that piece by Lindy West (see sidebar).
I liked the series, but when it first came out on tv, I was no longer living Carrie's life in NY: I had married Big, moved to London, and I just felt like 'what is all the fuss about'. For me, it was never about the clothes: I knew (i.e., knew of) Patricia Fields in NY, frankly, she was old then, and I always assumed the four characters were just that: characters. Types. Stereotypes. Quadrotypes, actually.
So, it wasn't about the clothes. It wasn't about the sex, either: most of the time the four of them were sitting around in bars or cafes bitching how they weren't getting any. (I had friends like that, too. They could never believe how easily I found all these cute eligible men in NY. But I was always, like Carrie, drawn back like a moth to a flame, to my Big).
So it's not about the clothes, and it's not about the sex. So what is the fuss about? I was talking about it at a fabulous dinner last night at Polpo, with my friend (Mr. Dot's good friend, the Publisher's, wife), while the men talked about fishing. It's about the loyalty of four female friends. That's what was so amazing about the Princess March on Tuesday: the instant kinship, not a bitch in the bunch. That's the TRUE urban myth. IMHO.
Shot on Tuesday @ the Orangery, Kensington Gardens. Jennifer, Shini, and the Princess.
Jen put together the most wonderful video on the day. Is there nothing that girl can't do?