The residents of 66 Perry Street were visited by an unwelcome spirit on the night of October 7th: the cold form of Sarah Jessica Parker, dropping her stilettos like breadcrumbs along the sidewalk and stairs of Carrie Bradshaw's old address.
The perky one-time Disney queen continues to get work despite a string of bombs. Also today: the possible return of Robert Zemeckis, the likely return of Carrie Bradshaw, and the disappearance of Andrew Garfield.
Along with giant flower broaches and nauseating cupcakes, another thing Carrie Bradshaw made famous was Fleet Week, the annual onslaught of horny sailors into Manhattan. Want to go about getting a man in uniform of your very own? Here's how!
In Sex and the City 2, the Mickey Mouse of bachelorettes will be married and menopausal. Will she suffer the indignity of a lame computer, too? An "elaborate" product placement deal with Hewlett-Packard threatens Carrie Bradshaw's omnipresent MacBook.
Ooh, new stills from the SATC sequel, set now in Morocco because Carrie Bradshaw is too sexy for Dubai and because, unlike designer labels, foreign locales are interchangeable. We have enhanced these images with exclusive leaked text from the script.
While watching the CW's new (and not bad) Life Unexpected we realized we never want to see another answering machine on screen ever again. Here are some other lazy storytelling devices that modern life has deemed irrelevant.
In Dubai, Carrie and the girls flout their steepest recession yet. Dr. Conrad Murray films a show, Brittany Murphy could cry out of one eye at a time on command, Carrie Underwood flaunts her engagement ring. Wednesday gossip is decadent.
West Village residents angry about the noise from the Jane Hotel have a hilarious new tack in their war against the club. Encouraging dogs to piss on it. There are some even better places for your dog to relieve himself.
Now that the first paparazzi pics from the set of the sequel are flooding the internet, everyone is trying to guess what they mean. The Daily News thought they had the scoop, but they were wrong. Kinda.
The long-awaited HBO shop has finally opened its doors, which means the public now has a convenient one-stop shop right near Bryant Park for all their Sopranos, Deadwood, and, SIGH, Sex and the City needs. Really, are things so bad that we need an entire room—make that shrine—dedicated to the memory of Carrie et al? Seriously, this looks like someone from Six Feet Under got the interior design contract. Is it wrong to think that Sarah Jessica Parker looked better on the side of a bus?
