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SATC2: Off to a Sunny Start

Va-va-va-VOOM in Valentino

It’s commminnnnnnggggggg. Oh wait, it’s here. Already! I can’t believe it’s about that time for another Sex and the City movie. It feels like just yesterday, that delicious black, chunky studded belt whipped into our lives, and now…

Ok, full disclosure here…  

Sigh. Am I the only ardent SATC fan out there who secretly wants to hate this movie? Why are the trailers so annoying, and when did the gals’ one-liners get so… lame?

I read somewhere that the tone of this film is completely different than that of the first, and that it’s supposed to be a “romp”… with a sort of… a tongue-in-chic feel. Obviously, L.E.Défilé is down with that, but we’ll see if it comes off as clever or cuckoo for coco puffs.

Well, if Sarah Jessica Parker’s gorgeeeeouuusss Valentino gown at its premiere is any indication of things to come, I have hope.

My God, this woman looks good. SJP is tan enough to offset the fluorescent yellow just right (well done) and the fit, the cut, the color, all of it, is so perfect and so on-trend it kills me. She couldn’t look better.

Grey pumps (go buy some, they’re taking over!), minimal accessories and classic Bradshaw hair (everyone’s favorite!) complete a truly smashing look… it’s the carefree cutting edge Carrie we all know and love… she hasn’t really changed, even after all these years.

Movie or no movie, we must admit: SJP still has it.

So I Saw the Valentino Film While in Santa Fe…

Tan man and his infamous red

Tan man and his infamous red

And get this: I was cracking up non-stop. I mean, I knew the film would be charming, but…all I can say is that Karl Lagerfeld is my new favorite comedian, for REAL. I mean…the man is…he’s just…oh-mazing. Not to say that Valentino isn’t hysterical by himself—because he is. In fact, he sort of reminds me of my own 4-foot-eleven-particular-to-the-point-of-infuriation-Italian grandmother (God rest her blessed heart) in many ways. By far my favorite scene in the film is where we see Karl take buddy V to the side after his awe-inspiring retrospective, and purrs, “Compared to us, the rest are making rags.” INCREDIBLE. What is it about the mere utterance of the word “rags” from Lagerfeld’s bodacious lips that makes me want to slap my knee in ecstasy?! I think I have problems.

BFF

BFF

Generally speaking, the film was solid. I would recommend it to anyone who is remotely interested in fashion, of course, but also to anyone who wants an endearing look at a seemingly untouchable fashion powerhouse. The doc really is cute, and I sort of hate that word as an adjective, in theory, but it really is…cute! And when I think of a come-hither Valentino masterpiece gown, “cute” is the last word on my mind. Maybe that’s why I liked the film so much? Valentino is exactly what you’d expect him to be (bossy, narcissistic, impossible…), yet he also takes you by surprise in this doc…in many ways. I think I also liked the film because it was not hell-bent on featuring celebrity cameos and label whoring either. Clearly, V’s long-time life partner Paul Giamatti is the integral tour de force behind…well, the tour de farce himself. That was 25 percent cruel, yes, but inevitably, I think I actually love V even more for some of the hysterical buffoonery displayed in this film. Like I said…it’s charming. Endearing. WTF.

But really, behind the clout of the Valentino name is not only Giamatti (who clearly loves this nutty little tan man unconditionally, in *every* sense of the word), but Valentino’s countless seamstresses, without whom nothing would be possible. These women. Are amazing. The head seamstress barking displeasure in Italian is just one of the many scenes that brought about, yet again, that charmed smirk on my face. One of the many.

Valentino, the last emperor of fashion? This film makes a decent case for such a bold statement. But an emperor he was. They really don’t make em like Valentino anymore, they just don’t.

Elegance is the balance between proportion, emotion, and surprise. Valentino Garavani

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