“Summer In The City” is not just a hit song in the ’60s by Lovin’ Spoonful. It’s also author Candace Bushnell‘s second “prequel” young adult novel about Carrie Bradshaw, a.k.a. the way she keeps making mucho clams off “Sex and the City.” (Not that I blame her!) Summer In The City picks up where The Carrie Diaries left off: it’s the ’80s, 17-year-old Carrie Bradshaw has come to New York City to take writing classes the summer before college, and she gets mugged as soon as steps out of Port Authority. (If she was coming from Connecticut, she would have stepped out of Grand Central Station, but whatever.) Carrie calls the one phone number she has on her — her best friend’s cousin — and meets Samantha Jones, her first friend in New York. Later in the book, Carrie meets Miranda Hobbes “in front of Saks, where Miranda is protesting pornography,” according to USA Today. Hey, if we have to revisit the ’80s sex wars about feminism and pornography, better do it with Candace Bushnell than Andrea Dworkin, right? Charlotte York does not seem to make an appearance in Summer In The City — but maybe that will be for a possible third prequel.
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When “Entourage” first came out, many labeled it a male “Sex and the City.” But now, HBO is working on a series that sounds even more like “SATC For Dudes.” The show, called “40,” is about four male friends in New York who are doing great in their careers and all of the sudden struggle for the first time in a recession. The backdrop of the show is the 2008 economic meltdown, but it won’t be the focus of the show. Nope, the heart of the show will be the four guys “dealing with marriage and friendships.” Sound familiar? Keep reading »
- Yes, “Sex and the City 3″ might actually be happening. Sarah Jessica Parker still believes Carrie and the gals have “one more story” to tell. [In which they die? Please? -- Editor] [Huffington Post]
- Miley Cyrus slapped John Mayer’s butt at the Grammys, so obviously that means they’re schtupping. I don’t care if she’s 18 — if 30-something John is boning Miley, I’m calling Child Protective Services. [The Superficial]
- In the throes of their messy custody battle, Halle Berry’s ex, Gabriel Aubrey, tried to prevent her from filming a movie in New York City, even though she offered to put him up in a hotel so he could see their daughter, Nahla. He sounds like such a royal pain. [TMZ]
Lindsay Lohan may be out as Linda Lovelace, but the word on the street is that she’s been having an awful lot of conversations with the makers of the new “Superman” reboot, starring Henry Cavill. Apparently, Lindsay is in talks for a role. It’s been confirmed that there will be no Lois Lane this time around, which has me thinking maybe LiLo is being considered to play Lana Lang, Clark Kent’s first love. After all, Lindsay does have the right initials for the franchise. [TMZ]
Wanna know who I hate? The Long Island woman whose husband hired the “Sex and the City” set designers to convert a spare bedroom into the Park Avenue closet Big gives Carrie. Set designers Lydia Marks and Lisa Frantz said an unnamed retired businessman spent $175,000 to makeover a 400-square-foot guestroom into the closet of any Manolo gal’s dreams. The lucky lady’s “SATC” closet now features sliding drawers for accessories, racks organized by designer, and 400 pairs of shoes, according to The New York Post. The set designers said they inventoried each of the woman’s items to make sure there was a space for it in the dream closet — and the result is it’s “very similar” but “bigger” to Carrie’s. Jealous. [UPI.com] Keep reading »
It’s nearly impossible to imagine anyone other than Sarah Jessica Parker playing Carrie Bradshaw. But if Darren Star ever wants to do an all-male revue of “Sex and the City,” he should call on illustrator Cedric Rivrain. Rivrain cross-dresses like Carrie in a photo spread for Double Magazine and has her poses, pouts, and the delightful way she skips after making a purchase down pat. [Refinery29] Keep reading »
Gone are the days when the severe weight-loss show “The Biggest Loser” or the dating competition atrocity “More To Love” are the only shows on television with plus-size peeps. This past year has brought us “Huge,” a Nikki Blonsky-starring scripted show about teens at fat camp (which has since been canceled), and “Mike & Molly,” a sitcom about a plus-size couple in love (which prompted MarieClaire.com blogger Maura Kelly to pen an embarrassing post about how “fatties” repulse her). Now plus-size peeps may be making what I hope will be a more multi-faceted appearance on reality TV. Doron Ofir Casting is casting a new VH1 show that aims to be the real-life “Sex and the City” with “full-figured, fabulous big girls” in L.A.
I can’t help but wonder how Carrie Bradshaw would be living today with all of this talk about recession, stimulus packages and financial woes. Would her apartment be just as fabulous, or would she forgo the updates and spend her hard-earned cash on more shoes?
I’d hope her apartment would stay just as chic as when production designer Jeremy Conway and set decorator Lydia Marks first laid hands on the glamorous interior. So I took it upon myself to recreate the look of her superstar bedroom — on a major budget. I like to call this the “Recession-Friendly Bradshaw Abode.” Read more … Keep reading »
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the evolution of my personal style. As a kid I was a chubby tomboy who favored dirty overalls and baggy T-shirts. In middle and high school, inspired by the indie music scene, I became a thrift shop queen (budding hipster?) with a large collection of vintage T-shirts. In college I decided I would become rural Oregon’s answer to Carrie Bradshaw and often wore tutus to my Comparative Religions class. Keep reading »
It’s been four months, but I’m still ranting about the monstrosity that was “Sex and the City 2.” Who knew it was possible for Carrie Bradshaw to become any more vile and self-absorbed than she already was? I didn’t anticipate that I would come to loathe Samantha for behaving like a fanny pack-less ugly American or that I would actually sincerely walk out of the theater thinking, Miranda is the only one of those hens that I don’t want to tar, feather, and then deep fry. Never mind the fact that I actively rooted for Big to drop Carrie like a hot potato, I didn’t even feel a tingle in my nether regions when Aidan appeared on screen. This was “Sex and the City” — where was the sex?! Where was the city?! I hated every second I spent in the theater torturing my eyes with that hot mess of a motion picture.
Still, despite all of these complaints and Chris Noth’s passing-the-buck claim that fan and critical reaction has killed any chance of a third film, I can think of five very good reasons to make “Sex and the City 3.” Keep reading »