In case you’re new to this blog and haven’t read the TEN MILLION posts I’ve done on this topic … guess what?! My Cleopatra earrings are worn by Samantha (Kim Cattrall) in Sex and the City 2!
I wanted to see the movie on opening night. At first, I thought MrB and I would have a low-key evening at the movie theater on our block. Then I noticed that the movie would be playing at the nicest theater in New York: the Ziegfeld. Forget low-key! I invited 10 gorgeous friends (plus MrB and my parents, GeorgeB and BarbaraB), brought along Cleopatra jewels for 10 peeps and myself, and turned it into a party.
My look for the evening had to show off the earrings, so I went to super-stylist Julie Matos for a hairdo. She teased up the top of my hair and used my somewhat exhausted faux-ny tail as a fall, letting the hair hang loose instead of putting it into a ponytail. While Julie was working on the top, I was holding the faux-ny tail (we’ve named her “Helen”) and discovered said faux-ny tail had a gray hair. Julie and I decided that Helen is going gray either from the stress of overwork or from hearing our running conversation about replacing her.
My lipstick is called Liza, from a discontinued collaboration that Liza Minnelli did with MAC. Perfect for a movie with a Liza Minnelli cameo. Deciding on a dress was a little more challenging. I wear statement necklaces more often than I wear earrings. Earrings aren’t as visible with my usual hairstyle and it’s important that people see my work easily: I’m the walking billboard for my business. While getting dressed for SATC2, I realized how many of my dresses have plunging necklines that cry out for necklaces. Luckily, I have a Diane von Furstenberg from the early 2000s with a higher neck.
Dress: Diane von Furstenberg (somewhere between 2000 – 2003)
Shoes: Karl Lagerfeld (1994 and looking the worse for wear, like Helen)
Earrings: Wendy Brandes Cleopatra earrings in gold
Lip color: Liza by MAC
My shoes were involved in some drama early in the evening. Gorgeous blogger Stacy of taffetadarlings happens to be my neighbor, so she came over to share a cab to Benoit, where we were all meeting for pre-movie Prosecco and the jewelry distribution. We were both running late, as usual. Stacy was doing her nails and changing out of her flip-flops in the cab. We’d only gone half a block when I realized I’d left my phone in the charger at home and, that as the evening’s hostess, I’d have to have it in case anyone needed to tell me she was lost or delayed. “Stop the cab!” I screamed at the driver. “Give me your flip-flops,” I screamed at Stacy, concerned about my ability to run in my heels. Flip-flops, nail polish and Stacy herself were hurled around the cab as I crawled over her and dashed home to get the phone.A By the time I scooted back to the cab with the phone, Stacy had finished her nails and was coping with the fact that she had accidentally mooned a passerby during the kerfuffle. (I did indeed get a text from my gorgeous friend Amanda, who requested the address of our meeting spot.) Anyway, good to know that I think fast about footwear during minor emergencies.
At Benoit, more hilarity ensued when gorgeous blogger Tina of The Occasional Cook — the photography director of a national magazine during the day — organized all the Cleopatra wearers for a picture. After setting us up, Tina had to get in the picture, so she stopped a woman on the street and asked her to do the honors. The woman was accompanied by another woman and two men, one of whom decided to provide running rude commentary including, “One of you is prettier than the other one.” Gorgeous blogger Midtown Girl, standing in back of me, was angered by that comment and said a few things that made Helen grow another gray hair. I kept asking people why the dude sounded like he was addressing two people when he was looking at 11 of us. In the midst of all this … *CLICK!*
In the photo, from left to right are: Tina wearing silver Cleopatra earrings; Jen W. of 40 Is the New Fabulous in silver Cleopatra earrings; non-blogger Jen D. in silver Cleopatra earrings and a city-themed dress; Stacy in gold Cleopatra earrings; non-blogger Amanda in silver Cleopatra earrings, caught mid-blink but don’t you love her eyeshadow?; Ann of Holier Than Now in silver Cleopatra earrings; WendyB in gold Cleopatra earrings; Midtown Girl wearing silver Cleopatra earrings while planning to stab a dude; non-blogger Alyssa in a gold Cleopatra necklace; Fashion Herald in silver Cleopatra earrings; and Suzanne of Idee Fixe, also in the silver Cleopatra earrings.
Somehow, we were able to stop Midtown Girl from killing anyone — though no one was able to clear up my confusion about the singular versus plural issue — and hustle over to meet the B family at the Ziegfeld on the next block.A On the way, Tina stopped me for outfit pictures …
… while everyone else took the opportunity to examine their own cameras.
I loved that Midtown Girl described a street vendor’s counterfeit Burberry handbags as “Faux-Berry.”
As for the movie itself? It’s gotten a lot of bad reviews, but my peeps — and the rest of the audience — were screaming with laughter. SATC2 is not going to win any Oscars and anyone who is taking him- or herself very seriously can drone on forever with his or her very legitimate complaints about the characters and plot, but that’s not what this movie is about. It’s about rounding up your wimmin friends, drinking some bubbly and having some good, silly fun! Here’s my movie marquee blurb:
A highlarious action movie for women, starring shoes!
My favorite moments:
- The brief ’80s flashbacks in the beginning of the movie. (While the movie was being made, I saw Sarah Jessica Parker’s scene filmed near the Plaza Hotel with hundreds of people gawking and taking cellphone pictures from across the street.) I didn’t know how they were going to use those or how it would work to see the women playing themselves 20 years younger, but it was brilliant and set the tone for the whole movie.
- Liza Minnelli singing “Single Ladies” after officiating at a gay wedding (did she become ordained online?). One character explained Liza’s presence by noting, “I am convinced that when there is so much gay condensed in one area, Liza Minnelli manifests.” Special Liza bonus: she was wearing green nail polish like the “Divine Decadence, darling!” shade she wore in Cabaret.
- Lots of happy applause: applause for the theme song, applause for the flashbacks, gasps and applause for a Louboutin shoe, huge applause for a scene at the very same Ziegfeld theater we were sitting in, etc.
- Samantha telling a Bergdorf Goodman saleswoman, “I’m fifty-fucking-two and I’m going to rock this dress!” And then going to a movie premiere and seeing Miley Cyrus in the same dress. Also, Samantha and her manservant (aka “Paula Abdul”) trying a yam facial treatment together. Samantha having a menopausal breakdown with condoms flying everywhere. Basically anything with Samantha. At the end of the movie, I immediately turned to Stacy and said, “Kim Cattrall fucking killed it in this movie.” Kim looked gorgeous, had great energy and, while a lot of reviewers complained about her character’s over-the-top sex puns, I thought she delivered them with more panache and sly humor than she did on the original show. Every review I’ve read has complained about her “Lawrence of my labia” line but when she said it and mock-swooned onto the girls, the audience roared.
My praise for Kim Cattrall is not influenced by the fact that I had a fashion mind-meld with her during this movie. Of course, she was wearing THE EARRINGS. Fashion Herald sneaked a picture of them on the big screen.
She also had a Minx manicure, another one of my favorite fashion statements. Most amazingly, in one scene she is wearing a one-shoulder tiger-stripe dress which I am convinced is the twin of my vintage Clovis Ruffin tiger-stripe strapless dress — I’m betting it’s also a vintage Clovis or made by another designer from that period with the same fabric. I’m going to try to find out for sure, via stylist Patricia Field.
Privately, I had a good laugh about Carrie’s and Mr. Big’s squabbles about what to do in the evenings. She wanted to go out; he wanted to sit on the couch watching TV. I kept envisioning her dropping by my apartment at 11 p.m. most weekdays, which is when I yell, “FAMILY GUY!” at MrB and we sit on the couch (me in my gym clothes) and watch cartoon reruns. Oh, the glamour of it all! I’ve seen some of those Family Guy episodes so many times that I say the lines before the characters do, and I’m trying to teach my 18-month-old nephew to say, “Cool Hwip” like Stewie does.
I also got a laugh after the movie when GeorgeB exclaimed: “I sat in a row of gay guys — now I’m booked for the next month!”
One rant: I read quite a few SATC2 reviews that complain about a moment when Muslim women take off their burkas and reveal designer clothes underneath. “Must get hot,” Roger Ebert snipes, apparently operating under the misguided belief that women are walking around with teeny bikinis under their burkas instead of clothes. (The burka is an outer garment.) It is 100% true that there are seriously wealthy Muslim women who dress to impress other women under their robes and who love designer labels. When people bitch about U.S. consumerism, I have to laugh. Americans are amateurs. It’s the Middle Eastern women who keep real haute couture in business. They’re also crucial to the survival of many ready-to-wear lines. Here’s a real-life example that I encountered: A Saudi princess bought a $10,000 mink-trimmed cashmere shawl in all 25 available colors. That’s $250,000 on shawls and she hadn’t even started her real shopping. (When she got home, her female relatives admired the shawls so much that she came back the following season and got them all complete sets as gifts.) Any designer with a high-end line and an ounce of sense aspires to hit it big with the Middle-Eastern oil-money ladies. So if you don’t like the movie, that’s fine, but don’t say ignant things about my business while you’re dissing it. Also, don’t complain to me that the SATC2 characters aren’t good role models. I wrote about how fictional females shouldn’t have to be a model minority in my 2008 Sexism and the City post. My 2007 Why Does Buyer’s Guilt Focus on Fashion is a good companion piece.
While you’re catching up on your reading, you definitely need to check out the blog posts by my gorgeous SATC2 party companions:
- Stacy of taffetadarlings, whom I love for pointing out that there was very little sex OR city in the movie.
- Fashion Herald, who shares the fabulous in-theater photo and a bunch of other great ones from our post-movie Prosecco fest back at Benoit.
- Jen W. at 40 Is the New Fabulous, who made me a bit teary with her tribute to friendship.
- Ann of Holier Than Now sat next to me in the theater and was hypnotized by my onyx skull ring.
- Tina of the Occasional Cook shares her recipe for the perfect Cosmo.
Finally, I made sure to get a close-up of everyone wearing her Cleopatra jewelry after the movie. Enjoy the slideshow!