So you’re rushing home this evening to watch the And Just Like That season two finale? (Let’s pretend for everyone’s dignity that you didn’t already binge it at 8am this morning). Then you are probably a millennial woman or gay man and you definitely have a number of questions that need answering. For example: would any grown man who says “chello!” really get laid? Where can I get one of those dog portraits? Did Harry and Steve get their personality transplants at the same doctors? Why does Lisa Todd Wexley do all her work in a walk in wardrobe? And, of course, who the hell commissioned season three (grateful, obviously, just curious)?
But, as my fellow basic girlies know, in the Manhattan of Carrie Bradshaw et al there is only really ever one question: how was it for you? The fashion, that is.
