Its depiction of single life for women in their thirties — their relationship highs and lows, their unwavering dedication to friendship, their career triumphs, career struggles — continue to resonate. Indeed, a time when such issues cease to be relevant seems unimaginable. Sex and the City lives on. Remarkable because… fashion changes with the seasons.
Costume Designer Patricia Field was a genius. Her approach to fashion was credited for changing the way an entire generation of women viewed — and still view — clothes. And she made them to last. It was, and is, eternal. And so is its most talked about element: The shoes of SATC were the most important part of any outfit and we could probably wear each pair quite happily today. Sandals, pumps, stilettoes, Carrie did everything in them.
Running, scootering — dragging luggage up the staircase of a countryside cabin — everything. So unsurprisingly, there are a number of unforgettable shoe moments. Because when Big kneels down — in that gigantic, empty, excellently lit penthouse walk-in closet — and proposes to Carrie with a blue satin and brooch bejewelled Hangisi Manolo Blahnik pump, engagement rings went straight out of fashion.
He also takes her watch, her ring… and her favourite pair of Manolos, purchased — half price — at a sample sale. Talk about bad to worse. As part of her master plan to lure him into the bedroom, she purchases an outlandish pair of pink, frilled sandals by Christian Louboutin that she had discovered whilst out shopping with Samantha.
The lasting memory we have of them, however, is not the sight of them in the shop window, nor the energy with which they were kicked off in the throes of passion. Like, walk-in-them-like-they-were-Nike-Airs-type walk in them. Now, we get it. They get stolen and she gets… nothing. Some of us had never even heard of them shhh. But when she finds them — and squeezes her size 7 feet into them — we totally got it. Those were a pair of heels worth witnessing Julian in briefs and knee-high socks for.
But it is unforgettable. When a shop assistant gets turned on by the sight of Charlotte trying on shoes, we were horrified. But then we remember our own shoe shelves. And the damn fine designer footwear on display there. Who needs a home anyway? She arrives at the Staten Island riverside a minute too late and in her mad dash for the boat, loses a shoe. I lost my Choo!