I don't know whether if it's that she is living out my dream of living in Manhattan or her closet consisting of Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik, but something about Ms. Bradshaw makes me feel that something in this universe will acquaint me with my dream.
Aside from her thriving sex life and many relationships, Carrie and I are almost one in the same. Carrie writes, I dream of writing or designing. Carrie sees herself in a relationship with Manhattan, while New York is my favorite place and where I dream of living. But most of all, Carrie is the definition of a fashionista and we both have a passion for fashion.
This blog is going to be a place for me to write about my love for the omnipresent fashion world and what's going on in my own world, but somehow connecting it to Carrie Bradshaw's. Though it may seem like a stretch, I always find myself linked to the beloved Sex and the City socialite in one way or another.
I feel that if I move to New York with barely enough money to make due, but limitless aspirations, I would somehow find myself purchasing a Vogue, because like Carrie said, I feel it would feed me more.