Carrie Bradshaw and her Doppelganger Sarah Jessica Parker

In ‘I-Sould-Have-Seen-This-Coming’ News

Sarah Jessica Parker will be on the cover of May’s Vogue.

Oh, hope I didn’t ruin that ’surprise’ for you. But then again every other detail about the upcoming Sex and the City movie has been leaked.

Yes, after Gisele Bundchen and Lebron James for the Shape Issue, Sarah Jessica Parker will grace the cover for the Over-Rated Fashion Icon Issue. Okay so the month of May does not have a special title for it’s issue, but if it did, this certainly would be it.

All last week, people frequenting the Upper East Side could catch SJP, Chris Noth, Annie Leibowitz and a crew of about 15, stopping traffic trying to recreate the impractical reality that is Carrie Bradshaw’s life.

See the reality is, there IS NO Carrie Bradshaw. She is a fictional character played by Sarah Jessica Parker. Unfortunately, many people have a hard time making this distinction.  Of course we at Fashion Indie, try our best to point out “fakes” as much as possible so I am here to help see the difference between Sarah Jessica Barker and the fictional character she has been so appropriately typecast as, “Carrie Bradshaw”

This is Sarah Jessica Parker. Notice the jeans and tee shirt. Ya see, it’s hard to look glamorous all the time, especially when you’re juggling kids, a husband, and a career. Sarah Jessica Parker’s look is laid back and simple. She doesn’t blow her rent checks on shoes, she’s not a trend starting fashion icon, she’s just an actress who was blessed with a role of a lifetime.

This is Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw tripping on her long designer gown on the steps of Lincoln Center, something Carrie Bradshaw would have never let happen!  See, it’s not easy being fashionable. It takes years of training and the grace of a Russian ballerina.

Now I’m not saying that this issue is going to bad. This looks like it’s actually going to be a decent month of Vogue. But then again it’s pretty hard to mess this up.

I suppose the problem I have with this is not the subject itself, but rather it’s affect. I can only imagine the gaggle of women from Staten and Long Island who will clutch this issue, like they’ve found mecca, explaining to their boyfriends why they are more like Carrie then any of their friends. And clogging the streets of SOHO on Saturdays, walking four in row each putting on their best Carrie face in their Nine West shoes.  Wake up ladies, although it is sad to say, Carrie does not exist.