after catching production glimpses of the new sex and the city movie published in the tabloids and web galleries and seeing the girls cloaked in retro costumes from the eighties, i fall into a desperately seeking susan anamnesis. did every gal dress up like madonna and cyndi lauper back then? all the stuff from the big hair, voluminous skirts celluloid kept spooking me, sarah jessica parker was sensational in girls just want to have fun while kim cattral was more beautiful than any mannequin ever exhibited in shop apertures. a daily dose of the flimsy falcon crest a few months ago also brought all those eighties fashion back from the distant past. but the cast were draped in regular clothing. however the definition of regular clothing becomes vague and blurry as i scan the fashion folios and by solely walking along any street in london.in retrospect, i prefer the tv version of SATC, the movie is like a parade of product placements of all the luxury items known to man and i gloriously lament my inability to purchase the aforementioned items. i’ve never been frivolous but it would be a welcome treat not to live within the budget and go crazy at westfield’s the village. oh it would be thrilling to own a chanel wallet. but in this rainy, nippy tuesday and with thoughts of my pathetic earning power rearing its ugly head, i’ll settle for window shopping along hampstead high street.
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