Cand cineva vorbeste despre Sex and the City (serialul sau filmul, whatever), intotdeauna aduce vorba despre moda, despre prietenia dintre cele 4, despre Manhattan, despre Patricia Field, despre una, despre alta. De curand, citind niste articole mai vechi, mi-am dat seama ca SATC a devenit indragit si datorita dialogurilor sau voice-over-urilor: spumos de sarcastice, pigmentate de discutii foarte politically incorrect, genul care - daca le tii minte - devin citate clasice. Am cautat online si am facut o selectie care, pe mine cel putin, ma face sa imi comand ACUM intreaga colectie de pe amazon. Enjoy si spuneti-mi care v-a placut cel mai mult.

Carrie: I admit it’s tempting to wish for the perfect boss - the perfect parent - or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we’ve been dealt, and accessorize what we’ve got.

Carrie: It’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes — that’s why you sometimes need really special shoes!

Charlotte: Imagine, being blind and not being able to see a beautiful day like today. Can you think of anything worse?
Anthony: Stonewashed jeans and a matching jacket.

Carrie: Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?
Samantha: I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit.

Stanford: Oh my God, she’s fashion road-kill!

Carrie : I fell. I fell in Dior. So I decided that the more I purchased the less they’d think of me as the American who fell in Dior.
Aleksandr : They don’t think like that.
Carrie : Well, not anymore they don’t. This is the shopping equivalent of a lobotomy.

Carrie : How about I read you a little bit of my favorite poetry?
Aleksandr : Please.
Carrie [Reads from Vogue] : “C**ktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta sleeveless silk full skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt.” Now that is pure poetry.

Samantha : This funeral is better than fashion week!

Miranda : I had to walk all the way from the subway in these heels. My feet are killing me.
Steve : Why didn’t you just carry them and wear sneakers like everyone else?
Miranda : Stop. You can take me out of Manhattan but you can’t take me out of my shoes.

Carrie : I tried the trapeze yesterday for that piece that I’m writing.
Charlotte : I could never! I have the most terrible fear of heights.
Carrie : Well, I do not. You’ve seen my shoes.

Samantha : Just look at this street! Stella McCartney, Alexander McQueen. The only designer name that belongs in the Meatpacking District is Oscar Mayer.
Carrie : I never liked his clothes. Too fatty.

Carrie (about her shoes) : I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.

Carrie : I’ve spent $40,000 on shoes and I have no place to live? I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes! I’m homeless! I’ll be a bag lady! A Fendi bag lady, but a bag lady!!

Carrie : Yes, I’d like a cheeseburger, please, large fries and a Cosmopolitan.

Carrie : Here. Swear. Swear on Chanel.

Carrie : I made him swear on Chanel.
Miranda : Well, as long as he took the oath of fabric!

Carrie (about her tombstone) : It’s over for me. “Here lies Carrie. She had two loves and lots ‘o’ shoes.”

Carrie : You just caught us a little off guard with the lesbian thing.
Samantha : That’s just a label, like Gucci or Versace.
Carrie : Or Birkenstock.

Carrie: You can’t run. Your shoe straps will break!

Miranda : Why didn’t you just get an automatic?
Carrie : I love this car! It goes with my outfit.

Charlotte [whispering] : Could you please not use the F-word in (a) Vera Wang (boutique)?

Carrie : I figured we made a good match. I was adept at fashion; he was adept at politics. And really, what’s the difference? They’re both about recycling shop-worn ideas and making them seem fresh and inspiring.

Carrie : I realized I was in the throes of an existential crisis. One that not even the sight of this season’s Dolce & Gabbana strappy sandals could lift me out of.

Miranda : Whatever happened to aging gracefully?
Carrie : It got old.

Susan Sharon : It’s 100% Italian cashmere and light as a feather.
Carrie : God, I love it! It’s a cashmere-acle!

Carrie [buying a pregnancy test] : Which kind do I get?
Miranda : Here. This one’s on sale: half off.
Carrie : I just spent $395 on a pair of open-toed Gucci’s last week. This is not the place to be frugal.

Sales guy [to Carrie and 20-something Sam, who were making out in a Banana Republic dressing room] : Please. This isn’t the Gap.

Charlotte : In some cultures, heavy women with mustaches are considered beautiful.
Samantha : And you’re looking at me while you’re saying that?

Carrie : Modelizers are obsessed not with women but with models, who in most cities are safely confined to billboards and magazines, but in Manhattan actually run wild on the streets, turning the city into a virtual model country safari where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat.

Carrie : He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress: you know it’s not your style but it’s right there, so you try it on anyway.

Fotografii: hbo.com

Zilele trecute, via email, am primit un mesaj-intrebare. Doamna sau domnisoara care mi-a scris, pesemne indemnata de articolele mele pentru Fashion&Beauty sau de posturile de aici, a vrut sa stie (parafrazez) “ce rost are sa scrii despre moda, tendinte, designeri si colectii? In lume nu exista subiecte mai serioase, mai demne de atentie?” Inainte chiar sa apuc sa-i raspund - in particular sau oficial - a venit si concluzia: “oricum, pot sa pun pariu ca vei veni cu o scuza de genul “stilul trebuie explicat pentru ca se filtreaza in moda strazii”.

Nici vorba de asa ceva! Dar trebuie sa spun, stimata doamna sau domnisoara, inainte de a folosi o “scuza” mai sofisticata (cum ati preferat sa denumiti, cu aroganta, explicatia care urma sa v-o ofer), ca dorinta dvs insistenta ca toate stirile, editorialele sau recenziile jurnalistice sa aiba o relevanta imediata si personala nu face decat sa descrie o perspectiva narcisista cu privire la evenimentele de talie internationala. Pentru ca, pana la urma, astfel as descrie mult din ceea ce se desfasoara in industria modei, vezi saptamanile internationale dedicate acesteia.  Evident, nici nu se pune problema ca ar fi la fel de importante ca, sa zicem, evenimentele recente din Orientul Apropiat (si credeti-ma, ceea ce se intampla acolo ma intereseaza personal!) Pe de alta parte, saptamanile internationale ale modei, prin prisma investitiilor, implicatiilor si participarii, pot fi considerate - din punctul meu de vedere - la acelasi nivel cu bienala de film de la Venetia.

Daca cititi o recenzie despre cel mai nou film tibetan, cu un baiat care isi gaseste pacea interioara colectionand fluturi si privindu-i in tacere timp de saptamani, chiar va asteptati sa il vedeti la multiplex, peste cateva zile? Nu, indraznesc sa jur, ba chiar as spune ca nu e vorba de lipsa de interes, ci de lipsa acestei oportunitati. La multiplex nu va rula niciodata un astfel de film. Dar nu e frumos sa stiti ca un astfel de moment cinematografic exista? Si nu e interesant sa cititi de ce a fost apreciat sau criticat?

Showurile de moda (fie pret-a-porter, fie haute couture) si colectiile pret-a-porter functioneaza exact in acelasi fel, avand drept bonus si faptul ca hainele prezentate pe podium, in book-uri, in reclame sau in magazine influenteaza si afecteaza restul industriei si mare parte din populatie la nivel de masa, in mult mai mare masura decat o fac festivalurile de film, teatru si poezie - cel putin ca efect imediat.

Sunt de acord ca, in unele cazuri, reportajele si interpretarile care apar in anumite parti ale presei lasa de dorit, exagereaza sau extrapoleaza.  Mi-aduc aminte cateva articole vechi de vreo 2 ani din presa engleza, de pe vremea cand Kate Moss isi lansa prima colectie pentru Topshop. La vremea respectiva, toate paginile de moda titrau ca propunerile ei erau cea mai desteapta modalitate de a-i copia stilul sau, cel putin, de a avea in propria garderoba o farama din glamour-ul ei.  In urma cu vreo un an, la o vizita prin Londra si prin Topshop, am incercat cateva rochii din linia Kate Moss. Nici macar o secunda nu m-am gandit: “Gata! Pun rochia asta pe mine si lumea o sa ma confunde cu Moss! La casa cu ea!” Nici vorba. E vorba de bun simt propriu, de discernamant, de legatura cu propria realitate.

Pe de alta parte, dau vina pe asa-zisii critici sau negativisti ca dumneavoastra, care incearca sa creeze jurnalistilor si editorilor de moda complexe legate de legitimitatea profesiei lor, pentru ca apoi acestia, la randul lor, sa incerce sa compenseze cu aiureli de tipul “osmoza dintre genti si pantofi” (citata si de Ovidiu intr-un blog post mai vechi) sau “tendinta definitorie pentru zeitgeistul actual”. Si uite asa, se naste un cerc vicios.

Asadar, e cazul sa va calmati si sa priviti/ cititi lucrurile cu ceva mai multa seninatate. E vorba de estetic, de frumos, de haine, de creativitate, de schimburi de idei. Nu e vorba de nimic rau (cum sunt razboaiele), tragi-comic-penibil (ca stirile de la ProTV) sau fantastic (cum este ultimul film al lui Brad Pitt, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button).

Si ati observat sa fi folosit vreun moment, in vreun paragraf, cuvintele “filtrat”, “tendinte” sau “moda strazii”? Mda, si eu zic la fel.