Incluso Sarah Jessica Parker está obsesionada con el Instagram de Carrie Bradshaw

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A pesar de que la última temporada de Sex and the City fue en 2004 -y la segunda secuela de la película cayó en 2010-, Dan Clay no puede sacudir su fiebre de Carrie. El fenómeno de Instagram, de 32 años, ganó Halloween al vestirse como Carrie Bradshaw (en su vestido de tutú de la secuencia inicial, para ser exactos)- algo que había anhelado hacer durante siglos.

“He querido ser Carrie Bradshaw para Halloween desde la universidad, cuando tenía HBO en mi cuarto, y las chicas venían a ver Sex and the City los domingos, y fingía que lo odiaba porque no quería entregarme”, dijo el subdirector de estrategia e innovación el 29 de octubre de Instagram. “Bueno, el secreto está fuera, y este es el día más feliz de mi vida”.

Poco después de publicar ese Instagram inaugural, Clay atrajo la atención de una importante página de fans de Sex and the City…así como de Sarah Jessica Parker. “¡Oh Señor mío! Las palabras no pueden transmitir tanto. Un triunfo “, comentó Parker, de 51 años.

Con ese combustible, Clay siguió recreando algunos de los looks más emblemáticos de Bradshaw en el programa, incluyendo su vestido de periódico Christian Dior (que hizo un cameo en la segunda película de Sex and the City), ese vestido de lunares de inspiración parisiense con boina (como el usado en una de las primeras grandes rupturas de Bradshaw con Mr. Big), así como el sombrero de vaquero de la temporada 3, el sarong y el sujetador de bandeau de un episodio que tuvo lugar en los Hamptons.

“Gracias a Dios por Amazon, eBay y tiendas vintage”, dijo Clay a Yahoo! Style. “Tengo un puñado de fotos de mis trajes favoritos en mi teléfono, así que casualmente siempre estoy en el fondo para la caza”.

Pero la búsqueda ha valido la pena. “Ser drag en Instagram realmente nunca fue parte del plan”, reveló. “Pero es hacer sonreír a la gente, y ahora el mundo no es todo sonrisas, así que lo mantendré”.

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them.” I have wanted to be Carrie Bradshaw for Halloween ever since college, when I had HBO in my frat room and girls would come over and watch Sex and the City on Sundays and I would pretend that I hated it because I didn’t want to give myself away. Well, the secret’s out, and this is the happiest day of my life. @sarahjessicaparker sending you more love than you could even imagine ❤️ #carriedragshaw

Una foto publicada por Dan Clay (@dan_clay) el 29 de Oct de 2016 a la(s) 1:36 PDT

After heading West for a week of work, I was home. To quote another blonde wanderer, L.A. is too hot—too sunny, too sandy, too supermodelly. San Francisco is too cold—all tech, no talk. And I don’t trust a city where you can’t tell the difference between a billionaire, hipster, or homeless person. All hoodie, no Fendi. All flannel, no Chanel. For this Goldilocks, New York is just right. I couldn’t help but wonder: If my roots are so far away, why do I blossom in New York? I guess not all flowers grow in the sun. Some need the shade of skyscrapers, the ballet of crowded sidewalks, dollar slices in Dior, bodega cats and Birkin bags, MoMA with Monet, sunsets with Lady Liberty, the pleasure of 5th Avenue and the pain of Penn Station and most of all: the people-watching—because we might not have much nature, but we’re overflowing with life. So L.A. can keep its sun and San Francisco can have its screens, because I need magic, and I only bloom in New York. #CarrieDragshaw

Una foto publicada por Dan Clay (@dan_clay) el 9 de Dic de 2016 a la(s) 5:16 PST

Yesterday I did a guest post for the brilliant queens of @everyoutfitonsatc and I wanted to post it too because 1) it’s my favorite scene in the show ????, 2) it’s my favorite Carrie caption I’ve written so far, 3) I made that fu*king bag, and 4) most importantly people have been so nice I wanted to say thank you! You are making this little queen smile huge ❤CD❤ In New York, if you want to know how the other half lives, you head to the Plaza—the hotel where Chanel got tea, Gatsby got mad, Sinatra got applause…and Big got away. As he drove off with his perfectly simple fiancé, I started thinking about My Other Half. What happens to the girls who never find theirs? Was my heart a half-empty hotel, with a “Big Vacancy” sign on the revolving door? I couldn’t help but wonder: Did some women need to tone down to settle down? Change their shape to find a match, change their soul to find a mate? Or could it be that life isn’t about searching for someone who makes you complete—it’s about realizing you already are. And maybe, just maybe, we’re born with the love we’re meant to find. And if the world says tone it down—turn it up. Because your true other half knows you’re already whole. #CarrieDragshaw

Una foto publicada por Dan Clay (@dan_clay) el 20 de Dic de 2016 a la(s) 5:14 PST

In old westerns, the cowboy always saves the damsel in distress. But what if the cowboy is the reason she’s distressed in the first place? Who will save the damsel when her hero is her downfall? As I was face-to-face with yet another failure on the wild frontier of love, I couldn’t help but wonder: Maybe this was the story of the damsel who learned to save herself. After all, this is not the Old West—this is New York. And there’s plenty of giddy up left in my honky tonk. Maybe some girls aren’t meant to ride into the sunset. Maybe they’re meant to grab their other damsels and dance under the moonlight. #CarrieDragshaw

Una foto publicada por Dan Clay (@dan_clay) el 21 de Nov de 2016 a la(s) 5:01 PST

Meanwhile across town, Miranda and I were proving once again that nothing beats the breakup blues like a pink cupcake from Magnolia. As I bit in I couldn’t help but wonder: Is love nothing more than a sugar rush? Does it always start out sweet and decadent and then just leave you with a stomach ache? There’s a reason they call it Devil’s Food. And even if you are lucky enough to trade your cupcake for a wedding cake, are you still destined for a sugar crash? But as I sat there next to Miranda, comfortable in our high-glycemic silence, I had a sweet epiphany: Maybe friends are what really matter, and men are just the icing on the cake. #carriedragshaw

Una foto publicada por Dan Clay (@dan_clay) el 2 de Nov de 2016 a la(s) 5:15 PDT

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