Dens Kleins no Ņujorkas ir parasts inovāciju un stratēģiju konsultants, taču no darba brīvajā laikā viņš pārvēršas par kulta seriāla “Sekss un lielpilsēta” galveno varoni. Savu otro “es” viņš nodēvēja par Keriju Dregšou.
Viss sākās ar to, ka Dens pārģērbās par Keriju Helovīna svētkos, un viņa tēlu novērtēja pati Sāra Džesika Pārkere. Tā nu parādījās sociālā dāma Kerija Dregšou, kura pastaigājas pa Ņujorkas ielām stilīgos tērpos, smēķē cigaretes, sēž pie datora un principā dzīvo savu dzīvi ar lielu smaidu sejā. Denam tas viss ir tikai hobijs, tāpēc foto publikācijas viņš postē diezgan reti, taču ar pilnu atdevi.
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
It can be hard out there for a single girl, but there are a few words that provide instant comfort: “Vogue September Issue,” “2-for-1 Cosmopolitans,” “Manolo Blahnik Sample Sale,” and “Perfect First Date Follow-Up.” PFDFU. It's flirty and funny. Easy, breezy, and cool. He's clearly into it and you're like a pair of purple control top pantyhose: fun and holding it all together. It takes you right back to that perfect first date, when the conversation flowed effortlessly, the spark lit instantly, and the first kiss felt like fate. As you flirt on the phone, you float on a cloud that seems to sparkle from the inside, and for a moment you forget your baggage, you forget your past, you forget how many times you’ve felt this feeling before but it failed to last…and you smile. I couldn't help but wonder: Maybe love is like a mobile phone. When you have a good connection, you’ve just got to keep talking and hope for the best. #CarrieDragshaw
As I lifted up Le Big Mac, I couldn’t help but wonder: In an era of fast food, cell phones, and speed dates, does romance stand a chance? When the morning story is yesterday’s news by the afternoon, can we really expect love to last? Maybe modern relationships were destined to be like a fast food burger: easy and unhealthy. Love in the Time of Domino’s: Quick, convenient, and leaves you feeling cheap. But I still held out hope that, even in a fast food nation, we could be a fancy French restaurant. In a world of Whoppers, he could be my filet. And maybe, just maybe, in an era of urgent e-mails, we could be a long love letter—best read with a side of fries. #CarrieDragshaw
In life, we spend a lot of time looking ahead. We’re all chasing something–or someone. Men. Money. Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes. New York never sleeps because we’re awake chasing a dream. And when we’re not looking ahead, we look back. Missed love. Misspent money. Stolen strappy sandals. I couldn’t help but wonder: Did we spend so much time looking ahead that we forgot to look around? So much time looking back that we forgot to look up? Because the thing about the ones who really love you is they never leave your side. They never get ahead and they never let you leave them behind. So maybe we’ve had true love all along. Maybe true love doesn’t need to be chased. Maybe true love is the friends you already found. 🦃 Happy Thanksgiving from #CarrieDragshaw
In a city as big as New York, we have more than one of everything. Two baseball teams. Two ballet companies. And three newspapers–each with different readers. Journal readers go to conferences, Times readers go to benefits, and Post readers go to bed with you. And they all wanted to go to Augustine. At the corner of "See" and "Be Seen," Augustine was the Manhattan restaurant of the moment, and since Samantha was running PR for their soft opening we had a hard-to-get table for four. And we had something to celebrate: that magical moment in girl friends' lives when you're all single at the same time. But as I made my way to our overdressed and undersexed table, I couldn't help but wonder: were we like that hot reservation that everyone wanted but no one could get? Or were we that old has-been restaurant that everyone forgot? Extra! Extra! Four single women! Were we hot off the presses or yesterday's news? Whatever we were, we'd be it together. #carriedragshaw
Was love dead? As I thought back on another broken heart, another painful setback, missed connection, defeat for love–I couldn’t help but wonder: In today’s fast-paced world, does love stand a chance? Or is it just another victim of the changing times, as outdated as bell bottoms and record stores? Some say love is a flower. My garden had been trampled on. But for a flower, a storm isn’t the end. A storm is food. A seed needs more than sunshine to grow. It needs dirt, and rain, and sometimes even darkness. And you plant a garden believing tomorrow will be bright—but you don’t stop there. You water it, and care for it, and do what it takes to help the seeds push through the dirt to see the sun. I wasn’t ready to give up on love. Because maybe the secret to finding love is to just keep loving. Even when you’re told that love is not enough, you just keep loving. And maybe it’s less about finding love and more about growing it. It takes work, and dirt, but one day you blossom and color the world with love. ⛈🌼🇺🇸❤️ #carriedragshaw
Can you ever really move on from an ex? That night, as I took off my soaking wet $400 shoes, I couldn't stop thinking about the stains and damage of our failed love lives. I wondered, Were ex-boyfriends like the puddles of bad break-ups? Just when you think the storm is over, they splash on your new Manolos? After another messy night with Big, maybe I had to do a better job of keeping myself dry. After all, only children jump in puddles. Adults buy umbrellas. And maybe, just maybe, if you skip around enough puddles, there's a great big rainbow waiting on the other side. #CarrieDragshaw
As I thought back on another night at the Standard, I couldn't help but wonder: is Halloween really any different than a night out in New York? Before we leave the house, we all put on our masks–some to make us look prettier, or stronger, or sexier, or even scarier, harder to reach. But are these masks really disguises–or dreams? And how far are we willing to go to prevent people from seeing who we really are? #CarrieDragshaw