"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them." I have wanted to be Carrie Bradshaw for Halloween ever since college, when I had HBO in my frat room and girls would come over and watch Sex and the City on Sundays and I would pretend that I hated it because I didn't want to give myself away. Well, the secret's out, and this is the happiest day of my life. @sarahjessicaparker sending you more love than you could even imagine ❤️ #carriedragshaw
It can be hard out there for a single girl, but there are a few words that provide instant comfort: “Vogue September Issue,” “2-for-1 Cosmopolitans,” “Manolo Blahnik Sample Sale,” and “Perfect First Date Follow-Up.” PFDFU. It's flirty and funny. Easy, breezy, and cool. He's clearly into it and you're like a pair of purple control top pantyhose: fun and holding it all together. It takes you right back to that perfect first date, when the conversation flowed effortlessly, the spark lit instantly, and the first kiss felt like fate. As you flirt on the phone, you float on a cloud that seems to sparkle from the inside, and for a moment you forget your baggage, you forget your past, you forget how many times you’ve felt this feeling before but it failed to last...and you smile. I couldn't help but wonder: Maybe love is like a mobile phone. When you have a good connection, you’ve just got to keep talking and hope for the best. #CarrieDragshaw
In old westerns, the cowboy always saves the damsel in distress. But what if the cowboy is the reason she’s distressed in the first place? Who will save the damsel when her hero is her downfall? As I was face-to-face with yet another failure on the wild frontier of love, I couldn’t help but wonder: Maybe this was the story of the damsel who learned to save herself. After all, this is not the Old West-this is New York. And there’s plenty of giddy up left in my honky tonk. Maybe some girls aren’t meant to ride into the sunset. Maybe they're meant to grab their other damsels and dance under the moonlight. #CarrieDragshaw
Some girls are more Vintage McQueen than Virgin Mary. I was thinking, what do the holidays mean if you’re more Christian Dior than Christmas Carol? More Saint Laurent than Silent Night? I couldn’t help but wonder: If you’re the kind of girl who wants the Three Wise Men to bring Gold, Fendi Pumps, and Fur, is Christmas just another day to lust for labels? And are we so busy making our wish lists that we miss the gifts we live with? Maybe that’s what the holidays are for-holding the family you’re born into close, and the family you choose even closer. Because even though I’m dreaming of a white Birkin, maybe the secret to being happy with your Christmas presents is realizing you’ve had them all year long. And if home is where the heart is, then I'll be home for Christmas--right here in New York. With Jingle Bells on my Jimmy Choos. I might not have a single wise man, but I have three fabulous women. And you can’t buy that at Barney’s. #CarrieDragshaw _____________________ Special note from me (who’s even f***ing sappier than Carrie Dragshaw): Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. The kind words that you’ve sent from all over the world have given this little gay boy the courage to overcome some real fears and do something that makes me really, really happy. My wish for 2017 is to send just a little bit of that happiness back to you, through some snatched looks and fierce captions. Thank you. Thank you.
An ode to besties: When most people talk about seasons, they talk about the weather. When New Yorkers talk about seasons, it's all about the fashion. And what's hot changes faster than the temperature. One week it's pastels at Pastis. The next it's Balenciaga at Balzac. I couldn't help but wonder: In a city like New York, did we change men like we changed trends? Was love as fickle as the fall lines? As I tried out a new lunch spot and a new look, I realized there is one relationship that always lasts. No matter what hairstyle is in, what bag is "it," it's all best accessorized with a best friend. Someone who always listens and somehow hears you even when you’re silent, who laughs when you laugh and somehow makes you smile even when you're crying, who helps you pick out the perfect first date outfit (and the perfect break-up ice cream). Someone who knows you're crazy and loves you anyway, who loves you like crazy until you learn to love yourself, and who tells you, in all honesty, that hat does look weird. Someone who makes sure you never, ever, ever walk alone-or in the wrong shoes. It's nice to know that even in the city that never stops changing, one love always stays the same. Nights turn into mornings and then become memories, clothes turn into trends and then become regrets, men turn into boyfriends and then become baggage-but best friends simply stay and grow into soulmates. And what's even better is that through it all, from Juicy tracksuits to fishnet maxis, "soulmate" never goes out of style. #CarrieDragshaw __________________ Let's spread a little love today! Tag your besties and tell them how much you love them 💋 much love from DC & CD & our new wig
Meanwhile uptown, I was living a teenage dream in a castle on a cloud, high above Central Park. The thing is, when you’re a teenager, you look at adults and see freedom: No Parents. No Rules. But when you’re an adult, you look at teenagers and see freedom: No Bosses. No Bills. I couldn’t help but wonder: When did getting older go from dream to dread? When it comes to growing up, were some of us too chicken to cross the road? Or maybe, every once in a while, you can make the mature adult decision to act like a rebellious adolescent. To serve a giant Kentucky Fried F*ck You to deadlines, diets, dating and the rest of reality. In life, most days you get dressed and conquer the world. So some days you can get stoned and eat from a bucket. You can solve your problems in your Prada mañana. Today, channel your inner Ferris Bueller and put 'em in the f*ck it bucket. Because in a fast-paced city like New York, sometimes you’ve got to hop out of the speedboat and just splash around-even if you might get caught. After all, before a flower can grow, it needs a little pot. #CarrieDragshaw
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