Saturday, October 9, 2010

Sex And The City Lives On

As a single woman living in New York City, it's impossible to not think about SATC once in awhile, particularly when I am running around and having entirely too much fun with my single girlfriends.

And so it was today.  It's an achingly beautiful autumn day, on the warm edge of cool, and a deep blue sky.  One of my dearest friends, W, just moved to town (I am still astounded by my good fortune), and we met up with our mutual friend A for brunch at Extra Virgin, a charming restaurant in the West Village.  We caught up on each other's lives-- careers, relationships, travels-- with our usual openness, sly commentary and wisecracks.   We weren't done talking by the time we finished our meal, and left in search of a park.

 Walking down Perry Street, A pointed out a brownstone with a "No Trespassing" sign:

It is, of course, Carrie Bradshaw's "apartment".  Perfect.


  1. Girlfriends challenge us to march to the beat of our own drum. I (heart) Carrie Bradshaw (despite that it is of course only a tv show).

  2. Hate to disagree, but SATC was not a 'plus' for the city. Quite to the contrary.

    I write about it here

    and Jeremiah's Vanishing New York covers it here.

  3. I'm in the pro-SATC camp: excellent writing, excellent characters, groundbreaking discussions of relationships (friends and lovers) and sex. Bravo.

    Last time I was in NYC, I took a SATC bus tour. With a girlfriend, of course!

  4. Sorry Peter, it appears to be a 'girl thing' :)