There are few things capable of resetting the nervous system quite like seeing photographs emerge from the set of To lay eyes on a bewildered in a tweed skirt and in some kind of beige pantsuit is for a certain demographic of people – – equal to a shot of hospital-grade morphine. I look at images of clasping a JW Anderson pigeon bag like an infant gazing at a ceiling of illuminated stars: as though it’s a rune that necessitates urgent decoding, despite knowing that ’s outfits have become little more than a jumble of hormonal hieroglyphs. Take, for example, the latest image uploaded to Sarah Jessica Parker’s Instagram, taken on the sixth day of filming for ’s third season.
Carrie is dressed in a gingham Maryam Keyhani bonnet, a tiered Ossie Clark dress dating back to 1970, and the kind of orthopaedic wedges that will forever semaphore post-retirement bliss. Zoom in a little and you will also see an overflowing tote bag – which is nothing if not an SJP staple – that lays bare Carrie’s latest reading material: a book titled , which is a work of nonfiction about the Civil War but could just as feasibly be the title of Carrie’s second memoir. All this is to say: costume designers have somehow managed to make Carrie look even more insufferable – and insufferably perfect – than when she decided to disguise herself in the oh-so-clandestine combination of a to smoke cigarettes in secret.
This is perhaps to be expected from a franchise famed for its use of cloth.
