Oh, so you liked Sex In The City, you say?
Carrie Bradshaw’s biggest fan, you say?
Well shut it down girlfriend because you ain’t got nothing on this guy:
“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
Meet Dan Clay, aka Carrie Dragshaw.
The handsome New Yorker came shimmering into being after Halloween this year, when his *flawless* Carrie Bradshaw costume went viral, even catching the attention of the real life Carrie herself, Sarah Jessica Parker.
“Oh my Lord!” she wrote. “Words cannot convey. A triumph. Xxx”
Since his first turn as Ms Bradshaw, Dan has taken on some of Carrie’s most iconic Sex And The City looks, with his Instagram account gathering over 10,400 followers.
His attention to detail is ASTOUNDING.
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
He even kind of looks like her…
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
Like, where did he even FIND that dress?
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
And he even captions all the pictures with actual quotes from the Sex And The City episode it was taken from.
Can you ever really move on from an ex? That night, as I took off my soaking wet $400 shoes, I couldn’t stop thinking about the stains and damage of our failed love lives. I wondered, Were ex-boyfriends like the puddles of bad break-ups? Just when you think the storm is over, they splash on your new Manolos? After another messy night with Big, maybe I had to do a better job of keeping myself dry. After all, only children jump in puddles. Adults buy umbrellas. And maybe, just maybe, if you skip around enough puddles, there’s a great big rainbow waiting on the other side. #CarrieDragshaw
Dan Clay, we salute your commitment to our beloved Bradshaw.
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