So I finally broke down and watched
Sex and the City 2 while we were snowed in. I told myself it would be worth the $5 on-demand price just to look at the fashion and decor. A day later and I'm still thinking - "Now there's two and and a half hours that I'll never get back..." I've decided that it isn't just the camp that makes me sad for SJP and Co, it's also Carrie and Big's apartment. Was it beautiful? Yes. But more than a little soulless. And as any fan of the
SATC series knows, our girl is anything but soulless. I know I'm not the only one who loved Carrie's original West Village apartment (don't get me started on the remodel of this in the first movie); I think I remember an early
Design*Sponge post about the vintage Marimekko curtains by her desk. I loved her apartment because it was tidy, but not perfect - fashion magazines and books stacked on shelves and the radiator, dresses falling out of her closet - and it certainly had personality. While some may say that Carrie and Big's aspirational, whitewashed apartment represents her newish married life with Big, I'm not convinced. I miss our girl.
(photo from
http://www.sensationalcolor.com/)
