Sarah Jessica Parker will never be, in my opinion, the epitome of gorgeous.  However, there is no denying that she and her Sex & the City character Carrie Bradshaw are America’s princesses.  So many women want to be her, despite her Streisand-esque beauty and relatively low-key Hollywood persona.  It is no surprise that she’s on the cover of the May 2010 issue of Vogue, but Vicki Woods’ excellent article (and yes, Mario Testino’s photographs are to die for) finally gave me insight into what makes this woman the aspirational icon of our times. 

There’s her petite frame which, for the record, looks ravishing in a dusty-rose Lanvin gown and blush-and-claret silk strapless Dior Haute Couture dress.  She may not be Gisele – I didn’t remotely get the SJP hype until the first Sex in the City movie came out – but for a clotheshorse, she’s got a lovely gait.  Having seen her in person not too long ago, I was stunned by her skin and teeth – the glow!  the sparkle! – which seemed fit for someone a couple of decades younger than she.  And while we’re on the subject of her spectacle, she recently went off and had twin girls via surrogate, whom she named Kitty and Babe.  Might they already be walking in pint-size Laboutins?

The clothing, which is the heart of the SATC franchise, played a complex role in the production of the sequel to a film that grossed half a billion dollars worldwide.  Filming took place in the Middle East, which we all know has far different standards for women’s dress.  About costume designer Patricia Field, who worked on the television show as well as both films, Parker says, “she wanted all the characters to be interesting, sexy, all the stories Pat likes to tell with clothing, but we had religious and environmental and cultural standards to respect.”  From what I’ve heard, the maxi dress trend we’ve been identifying lately is no accident.


SJP has been photographed and interviewed by every major fashion magazine, but it never seems as fitting as her features in Vogue.  Perhaps its because Carrie Bradshaw, her fictional SATC character, is a writer living in New York City; we look up to her, and trust her words as fact.  Sound familiar?  If you’ve ever found yourself in a used magazine store, or even walked past some of those dilapidated tables on Seventh Avenue covered in sun-bleached vintage titles, then you’ve seen the Vogue covers of old.  Can anything really beat Faye Dunaway in 1968, in all her post Bonnie & Clyde glory?  

Vogue, and fashion for that matter, will always have us dreaming of ages we’ve never lived in.  But it’s still our final say on what looks good, and for now, that’s SJP.

Images courtesy of the Fashion Spot forums.