Photos by G. Art by Glen Hanson.
The Men of Sex and The City by Glen Hanson
A few weeks ago, I told you about the amazing window displays of the women of Sex and The City by artist Glen Hanson at Jeffrey in New York (located at 449 West 14th Street). They were so wildly popular that the men of Sex and The City are now featured! From left to right, Harry Goldenblatt (Evan Handler), Steve Brady (Scott Eigenberg) and Smith Jerrod (Jason Lewis). Mr. Big is not featured because the rumor is he couldn’t get off the couch to sit for a portrait. While you are down at Jeffrey checking out these really cool displays, don’t forget to pick up your free limited edition postcard featuring the ladies of Sex and The City as interpreted by the marvelous mind of Glen Hanson.
Sex and The City at Jeffrey by Glen Hanson.
Photo by G.
Sex and The City 2
I rank the TV series Sex and the City on my list of all time favorites and when a movie adaptation surfaced a few years ago, I was both excited and trepidatious about seeing it. I thought the series had a perfect ending, and even when you wish a good thing wouldn’t come to an end, sometimes we can’t always get what we want. I was not crazy about the film as it seemed to have the same characters the world had come to know and love in the 6 seasons prior, but seeing their transition from the small to big screen was a less than satisfying experience. Filling 30 minutes of air time allowed for brilliantly crafted story lines, memorable fashion, female bonding, cosmopolitans and witty dialogue. Expanding that into a feature film meant impossibly banal story lines, simplistic plot and lots of overkill.
Sex and the City 2 picks up where the disappointment of the first film left off. Without giving away too many spoilers, this 2 and a half hour sequel seemed like a really long “lost episode,” that didn’t seem to have any point and worse yet, I thought it was never going to end. Instead of hashing out a plot, it seems that scenes were written around the inclusion of fabulous outfits they wanted to show off. I am all for fashion and I admit, a lot of the outfits from their alleged $10 Million clothing budget were really great – but who sits around their apartment in haute couture? Worse yet, walking through a souk in Abu Dhabi wearing Christian Dior and spiky high heels is just plain ridiculous! Not once did these ladies slip and fall in the cobblestone streets or get mugged for showing off their riches in an impoverished area. What I like even less is the message this movie sends to impressionable Carrie Bradshaw wannabees. That message appears to be: everything will be ok as you are wearing this season’s collection. Call me old fashioned, but I like style to have a little more substance.