“If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
--- John Waters
no fashion blog would be complete this week without a review of the obstencibly fashionable movie “sex and the city 2″. don’t get me wrong, i absolutely love patricia field and all the fucking faboush styling work she does, but i think things got a little unprofessional on that movie set. patricia quite transparently felt at odds with cynthia nixon during shooting, there is no other explanation for the hideously frumpy unflattering and poopy-colored “miranda” getups. vomit. vomit. puke. can’t blame it on having to work with bright red hair either, our fair patricia is a firecrotch/clown pussy herself and it has never been an obstacle before. gossip.
however, the halston heritage, the keith haring, the chanel, the louboutins and blahniks, those now famous MYKITA sunglasses, and stellar standout pieces from holly fulton made “carrie” and “samantha” look like the icons they supposedly are. charlotte looks alright. i guess.
the real story here isn’t the fashion at all. following in the impressive footsteps of the ‘nightmare on elm street’ series of movies, part 2 is definitely the “gay one.” in the era of “don’t ask, don’t tell” we have on our hands one of the most pro-LGBT movies ever made. the stylist, the writer/director, the producer, and two of the main stars are all openly gay which is somehow still rare in hollywood. in the movie there is an opulently delicious foie gras torchon of a gay wedding (gay), liza singing a beyonce song (gay²), and a trip to abu dhabi complete with a karoake “i am woman” sing-along with a bevvy of tacky faux arab eurotrash belly dancers and a camel toe pun (gay³).
none of this holds a pink triangle shaped candle to the huge statement
about sexuality and identity made by the (producers casting the tv show ages ago when they chose that male to female trans kid from the movie “real genius” as their) main character. three cheers to you for opening doors for those who hope to follow. bravery.