Friday, May 30, 2008

Sex Hits the City the SATC Premiere Gets Mobbed



Darren Star and Kim Cattrall.





Cynthia Nixon in Narciso Rodriguez. Kristin Davis, in Donna Karan.

Sex Hits the City: SJP and Co. Take Manhattan






Forget the presidential race. Never mind the fact that we just landed on Mars. Sex and the City: The Movie is finally here. This week belongs to Carrie Bradshaw and the legion of Cosmo-swilling fans who've abided by her single-and-fabulous gospel for a decade now. On Tuesday night, the mob outside the film's rain-washed New York premiere at Radio City Music Hall approached The Day of the Locust territory. Brandishing camera phones, thousands of screaming SATC acolytes crushed up against the police brigades in hopes of catching sight of their idols—Samantha (Kim Cattrall), Charlotte (Kristin Davis), Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), and, of course, Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker)—in mid-sashay down the pink carpet. Parker, who arrived on the arm of hubby Matthew Broderick, wore a silver Nina Ricci gown. "It looked like architecture to me," she explained of her choice. "It looked like Manhattan."And what did Manhattan, or rather its natives, make of the latest SATC installment? "I loved it," gushed Kathryn Neale Shaffer after the lights went up. "I laughed. I cried. And the clothes—wow. Pat Field definitely outdid herself." At the MoMA after-party, guests munched on diminutive takes on New York cuisine—mini empanadas, mini boxes of Chinese takeout, and mini cupcakes—while Samantha Ronson, the suddenly ubiquitous-again DJ, manned the booth. Meanwhile, real-life Carrie Candace Bushnell spouted dating advice. "Keep working," she said. "Don't worry about finding Mr. Big." But it was hard to miss Carrie's main squeeze, Chris Noth, who was posing for a photo op with Katie Couric and her blushing teenage daughter. Was he having a good time? "When I'm not taking pictures," growled Noth, sounding as cantankerous as his screen character. "But I seem to be taking a lot tonight." Isn't it when the flashbulbs stop popping that you have to start worrying?










Source: Evelyn Crowley for InStyle







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