Mister Carrie Bradshaw

Oke, let's be honest, we hebben er allemaal weleens van gedroomd in de Jimmy Choo's van Carrie te staan, letterlijk én figuurlijk. Maar Dan Clay, beter bekend als Carrie Dragshaw, trekt de stoute high-heeled schoentjes aan en doet het gewoon.

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Welke vrouw is er niet opgegroeid met de liefdesperikelen en levenslessen van Carrie en haar BFF’s Charlotte, Miranda en Samantha? De lows and highs van de New Yorkse vriendinnen hielden ons zes seizoenen lang aan de buis gekluisterd. Toen Big Carrie voor de zoveelste keer liet zitten, brak ons hart ook een beetje. Het moment waarop hij haar op hun huwelijksdag laat zitten en zij hem –en terecht- er flink van langs geeft met het bruidsboeket, sloegen alle vrouwen wereldwijd met kussens op de tv in. Hoe kon ‘ie?

Zo ook, Mister Carrie Bradshaw, of nou ja mister? Carrie Dragshaw - geboren als Dan Clay - herinnert zich de show voornamelijk van zijn college years, toen vriendinnen over de vloer kwamen om de show te kijken en hij nog diep in de kast verscholen zat. ‘Wijvengelul’ vond hij het, maar stiekem leerde de show hem om zichzelf te accepteren. Ook zijn vrouwelijke kant.

Dan verkleedt zich tijdens Halloween als Miss Bradshaw en besluit zijn look te delen op Instagram. Je raad het al: de foto is een hit en zelfs Sarah Jessica Parker herself reageert op de foto. Dit alles speelde zich af rond de Amerikaanse verkiezingen en om wat liefde de wereld in te strooien, besloot Dan de Dragshaw persona nog meer eigen te maken. Alle maatschappelijke en politieke kwesties aside, vinden wij de foto’s én outfits vooral een feestje om naar te kijken. Keep it coming, Miss Dragshaw!

There I was, on the newsstand next to Vanity Fair looking Condé Nasty. Is there anything scarier to society than a single woman? There's a reason why RomComs always end in marriage, and TV shows turn sexy singles into happy couples. Hell, even the song "Single Ladies" is about getting a wedding ring. I couldn't help but wonder: Was it humanly possible to be Single and Fabulous? What is Fabulous, anyway? And who gets to decide? Maybe if you're truly fabulous, you decide for yourself. You don't march to the beat of their drum—you dance to the beat of your heart. After all, you can't light your fire off of someone else's spark. Being single doesn't mean you're broken. Being married doesn't mean you're fixed. And being fabulous has nothing to do with a man. You can be Single and Fabulous. Dating and Fabulous. Dumped and Fabulous. You can be Married and Fabulous. Divorced and Fabulous. Consciously Uncoupled and Fabulous. Because You are what makes you fabulous. And that's fabulous. Exclamation point. #CarrieDragshaw (brighten someone's day today & tell a friend they're fabulous ❗️)

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 11 Mei 2017 om 4:56 PDT

"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

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 29 Okt 2016 om 1:36 PDT

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

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 9 Dec 2016 om 5:16 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

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 21 Nov 2016 om 5:01 PST

There’s no better city in the world than New York in the spring. Long lazy picnics in Central Park, farmer’s market pretzels in Union Square, freshly planted tulips on Park Avenue. And as flowers bloom, fashion blossoms. Daisies & Dior. Lilies & Lanvin. Gladiolus & Galliano. As I looked at all the flowers opening up, I couldn’t help but wonder: Maybe I could, too. Maybe I could let my heart out of hibernation and open myself up to love. After all, seasons change. Can people? With a spring in my step, I was frozen no more. And the best part is: When your heart blooms, you don’t even have to stop to smell the roses. The flowers follow you. And that’s just fabulous. Because even a New Yorker needs a little nature. #CarrieDragshaw

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 14 Apr 2017 om 5:10 PDT

As I stepped past BeBe, my new BF headed to AA. My life was full of letters—D&G, DKNY, CK1, APC, Agnes B. (and DSW on the DL)—so why be scared of two more? As I obsessed over his addiction, I couldn’t help but wonder: Was I just as drunk? My vision of our future blurred because I took in too much of his past? And did we all spend so much time downing someone’s setbacks that we blacked out their strengths? After all, what is AA except a room full of people who had the courage to change. Just like Gucci in '94, sometimes you have to reinvent yourself to survive. In life, everyone's problems are different—but what if the stuff that helps us survive is all the same? The strength to look past a past full of pain. The heart to beat a scary disease. The bravery to look into a broken marriage and believe you deserve more. The courage to look into a mirror, broken, and believe you can be more. The daily heroism of living with anxiety or depression, loneliness or loss. The strength to not let a break up break you. The balls to love your body. The pride to love yourself. The simple power to not let anything—anything—take you down. I realized, every person you will ever pass on any sidewalk in any city has two things in common: We all have pain. And we haven't given up. We hide it on the inside because we think it makes us look weak. But what if our pain is also our power? Because anyone who dares to create a "New You" learns this, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly: You're so much stronger than you think you are. #CarrieDragshaw

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 15 Jun 2017 om 4:59 PDT

The sidewalks of New York are full of traffic. But instead of cars we have clothes. Instead of Porsche, Lamborghinis and Little Corvettes we have Prada, Louis Speedies and Fendi Baguettes. But even in a city as crowded as New York, sometimes you walk alone. As I broke free from another break up, I couldn't help but wonder: We spend so much time dating—were we neglecting our most important relationship? We spend all our energy loving purses, dresses, and men—did we have any left to love ourself? What if the secret to being happy in life was hidden on the inside? Maybe self love is like a DIY Gucci purse: It takes a lot of work, and even if it doesn't turn out perfect it still feels fabulous. Because maybe our quirks and flaws make us who we are. After all, the cracks in the ceiling let the light in. The cracks in the sidewalk let the flower grow. And life doesn’t always turn out the way you expect. Sometimes the perfect little black dress…is grey. So I smiled. Because if you can love who you're walking with even when you're walking alone...well that's just fabulous. #CarrieDragshaw

Een bericht gedeeld door Dan Clay (@dan_clay) op 3 Feb 2017 om 5:02 PST

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