Stanford Blatch in all his Plaid Glory

I've decided that there is no way to properly introduce a post about the Sex and the City movie. Every single woman is talking about this movie, and if I had a really good prize I would urge you to find a woman's blog that isn't talking about this movie. There is too much going through my head at this point for me to even form coherent thoughts- I am just too overcome by Charlotte's "I curse the day you were born!"; by Miranda's no-warning, terrifyingly sudden and far-too-long sex moment; and by the devastating lack of Aidan that I can't even speak about the movie yet. I have to let it all sink into my head first.
But this post is not about the movie. It doesn't matter what I think of the movie; what matters is the CLOTHES.
I hate to say it, and you all (I know there's more than one of you reading this!) probably hate me even more, but the clothes didn't thrill me; in fact they disappointed me. I went into the theater expecting to be floored by gorgeous Dries van Noten summer floral dresses, Carrie in one of those Balenciaga armor suits, Samantha in that satin-bow-equipped Louboutin of last spring. But instead, I got Charlotte in polka dots (Oscar de la Renta polka dots, but dots nonetheless), a lot of too-huge belts, and three of the only three Peter Som dresses I haven't liked. Ever.
What went wrong? I mean, Carrie will be Carrie, but Charlotte wouldn't wear black to a wedding. She just wouldn't.

And I understand that this is Vivienne Westwood, but does it have to look so '90s?

What I DID appreciate was Carrie's use of one of those insanely-huge clutches (I don't remember who it was by), and some components of her white Ralph Lauren suit in the opening.
And I understand Carrie's wedding dress. Most people just guffaw at it (look I said "guffaw") and call it ugly. But come ON, the thing is Vivienne Westwood. It's not going to be "pretty", it's not going to be normal or expected or wedding-y, or flattering. I even understood the bird on her head. If you noticed, everyone had plumes on their noggins this past Fashion Week, and Carrie would totally fall right into that trend. She's Carrie.
There was one dress that I loved! I don't know who it's by, which is totally lame. But this dress is a beautifu, toned-down, wearable version of her wedding dress. And Holy Manolo, Stanford, you're cuter than pie.

Just one little thing... Her "Something Blue" Manolos, you know, THE Manolos. In the movie they were said to have cost $545. In reality they cost $945.

Would you want to be proposed to with something you know you'd gotten a $400 deal on?
Well, I guess anything would work.