Upoznajte najvećeg i najsmješnijeg obožavatelja Carrie Bradshaw

Iako zadnja epizoda snimljena još prije 10 godina, obožavatelji Seks i grada i dalje pronalaze nove načine odavanja počasti kultnoj seriji. Jedan od njih je Dan Clay koji više od same serije voli Carrie Bradshaw, u koju se prerušio za posljednju Noć vještica i uspio impresionirati samu glumicu.

 

"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

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Oct 29, 2016 at 1:36pm PDT

 

If you need me I'll be dead. A few questions: Do I ever take this tutu off? Is this my career now? Is my past like an anchor holding me back and I need to let go of who I was to become who I will be? @sarahjessicaparker you could teach a Learning Annex seminar on how to bring kindness and love to the world ❤️

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Oct 31, 2016 at 5:36am PDT

Jedan komentar Sarah Jessice Parker bio je dovoljan da Clay postane Carrie Dragshaw i rekreira još puno njenih kultnih look-ova iz serije. U nastavku pogledajte neke od najboljih i najsmješnijih izdanja službeno najvećeg obožavatelja gospođice Bradshaw:

 

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

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Dec 9, 2016 at 5:16am PST

 

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

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Dec 19, 2016 at 4:59am 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

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Nov 21, 2016 at 5:01am PST

 

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

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Nov 13, 2016 at 6:03am PST

 

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

A photo posted by Dan Clay (@dan_clay) on Nov 30, 2016 at 5:09am PST