There have so far been three tragedies to : the departure of Sara Ramirez’s identitarian stand-up comic ; the exiting of Karen Pittman’s Columbia Law School professor ; and the total disappearance of . I was reminded of this fact when I came across an image of ascending an escalator in a sad-looking, plaid blazer and a cumbersome brown rucksack in the reboot’s first series. Hobbes’s life has always been an exercise in self-suffering – spending an entire trip to Atlantic City working her way through a pile of s and ordering the same Chinese takeaway for months on end – but never had she looked so haunted, so emphatically un-Miranda.
This was the woman who wore Miuccia Prada’s seminal spring/summer 1996 collection to her legal offices and Christian Lacroix skirt suits to brunch and Jil Sander shift dresses to collect phone numbers in local bodegas. A briefcase, yes! But a rucksack..
.? I’m aware that there are more obviously egregious fashion moments in . (Like and Carrie’s woven berets and Carrie’s accidental homage to Eliza Doolittle.
) But all that is to be expected from the franchise, wherein clothing has always been a vehicle for entertainment. But where costuming once felt like a deepening of these character’s lives – laying bare the chasm between who they were and who they aspired to be – the costumes in have lent further into comedy and spectacle: huge Valentino gowns for New York fundraising galas and huge Valentino gowns for throwing your husba.
