Sex and The City

(You have been forewarned ... ) Cynthia Nixon is sharing some details of the closely guarded Sex and The City movie plot. One of the characters is going to die! (dun dun dun!). "There's a loss that happens that's pretty tough," Ms. Nixon said, according to the Sydney Morning Herald. "Something significant happens to Carrie, and it really forces her to ask questions that you have to ask about yourself." We'll have to wait until May 30 to find out who gets killed off, but we're taking bets on Mr. Big dying and coming back to life in some kind of Bold and the Beautiful-type fashion.

After the release of the Sex and the City movie on May 30 this year, Cynthia Nixon will trade her role as the quick-tongued lawyer Miranda for a much more humble lady in Lisa Loomer's play Distracted, to be staged by the Roundabout Theater Company. According to Variety, Ms. Nixon will play a mother struggling to learn whether or not her son has attention deficit disorder. The play premiered last year in Los Angeles but will make its debut in New York next year.

Last Thursday, on a cold and blustery January afternoon, the cast and crew of Lipstick Jungle, the new NBC series premiering Feb. 7, scuttled about the Ukrainian Institute of America on 79th Street and Fifth Avenue.

Bright lights illuminated the high ceilings, ornate moldings and chandeliers within the 1898 mansion, which was standing in as a billionaire bachelor’s New York City apartment. Banks of additional lights outside the building created artificial sunlight streaming through the windows. The grand staircase was covered in plastic wrap.  read more »

Sex and the City’s Mr. Big just welcomed his own Mr. Little. Actor Chris Noth and longtime girlfriend Tara Wilson, who named their 7-pound, 10-counce son Orion Christopher, have already received well-wishes from S.A.T.C. co-star Sarah Jessica Parker.

“I'm thrilled for him because I think first of all he's going to make a wonderful, wonderful father,” the 42-year-old actress told an ET reporter at the Sundance Film Festival, where Ms. Parker is promoting her new film Smart People—a romantic comedy co-staring Dennis Quaid and Thomas Haden Church. “He found a lovely lady to have a child with. It's the perfect time for him and I think he's very ready,” she added.  read more »

When the Sex and the City movie is released in the spring, fans will be able to get closer to the fashion-forward foursome than ever before. As it happens, producers behind the HBO phenomenon have decided to sell the license for new SATC underwear to Miami-based intimates label Cosabella. The forthcoming lingerie line, which will go one sale nationwide in April, will be designed and placed in separate groups—one for each of the film's four leading ladies. Future buyers of the wares can probably expect to find plenty of pink lace for Carrie, conservative black braziers for Charlotte and sensible flesh-colored numbers for Miranda. For the ever-sultry Samantha? Options will probably range from the edible to the easy-to-remove.

Sex and the City addicts will want to grab an ice pack out of the freezer, because the ultimate cheap tease can now get into your home. Yup, that’s right. After taking the city hostage for months—clogging Midtown arteries and shuttering SoHo eateries—the SATC feature film is finally in post-production. And that means the hype is just getting started, beginning with what’s sure to be a barrage of playful ads on television, enticing spreads in fashion glossies and, at least in this town, the odd 50-foot-tall Sarah Jessica Parker on the side of a building.

The trailer offers few surprises. It starts with the first line of the classic, upbeat jingle Fever. And while we may never know how much S.J.P. loves us, HBO and New Line Cinema definitely do. After all, they really needn’t pour a bunch of money into fancy promotions. If they build it, we will come! A decent Web site, some late-night talk show appearances and movie listings would probably suffice. Still, they give us a rapturous, twirling Carrie Bradshaw in a wedding gown, a breathy voiceover (“They say nothing lasts forever; dreams change, trends come and go, but friendships never go out of style.”), a wide-angle shot of the ladies tromping down Fifth, shopping bags securely in-hand. Then, of course, they really stick it to us—the kicker: a lingering, fairytale smooch between Ms. Bradshaw and Mr. Big. Spring can’t come soon enough.

Semi-related shameless self-promotion: The Observer's Sex and the City archives

Sarah Jessica Parker, the actress who is frequently confused soap-opera-fan-style with Carrie Bradshaw, the character she portrayed on HBO hit series Sex and the City, who was a writer and not a fashion designer anyway (and based on former Observer scribe Candace Bushnell, btw), has been rewarded for being the beneficiary of a fantastic wardrobe: she has her own fashion line!  read more »

For the past few weeks, Winnie has been spending a lot of time reminding herself of everything she’s achieved. Something is wrong.  read more »

This is a story about two very important people, with two very important jobs, who are married to each other and have exactly one child.  read more »

“I’m Janey Wilcox, the model, and I’m spending the weekend with Zack Manners, the English billionaire record producer. So fuck you. All of you.”  read more »

"I've got to find a man for the summer," Janey had been complaining to her friend, Alison, when a voice from one of the stalls shouted out, “Harold Vane!”  read more »

Model seeks place, puts up with boob-squeezing enthusiast.  read more »

Suzannah was a 40-year-old sculptress who wore dramatic make-up and large pieces of jewelry. She had never seen herself in a traditional marriage. “Separate bedrooms?” she asked.  read more »

There are things worse than being 35, single and female in New York. Like: being 25, single and female in New York.  read more »

"But then you realize that you’d have to share a bed with him, watch him brush his teeth, that stuff ...”  read more »

Christmas season in New York. The parties. The star on 57th Street. The tree. Most of the time, it’s never the way it should be. But once in a while, something happens and it works.  read more »

There’s something rotten in New York society, and it’s the character formerly known as the “eligible” bachelor.  read more »

Infant rubdowns, nanny Cameras, and a little man you can depend on.  read more »

It is time. Time to stop complaining about no good men. Time to stop calling your machine every half-hour to see if a man has called. Yes, it is finally time to marry a man in Manhattan.  read more »

In the heat, you can’t trust anyone, especially yourself.  read more »

Four women met at an Upper East Side restaurant to discuss what it was like to be an extremely beautiful young woman in New York City.  read more »

Sex in the Hamptons is a lot like sex in Manhattan—except it’s not. Odd couplings and brief flings, which in the city might raise an eyebrow, are somehow forgiven out on the East End.  read more »

Bad things can happen to city women when they come back from visiting their newly-married-with-children friends in the suburbs.  read more »

The pilgrimage to the newly suburbanized friend is one that most Manhattan women have made, and few truly enjoyed. In fact, most come back to the city in an emotional state somewhere between giddy and destroyed.  read more »

A few weeks back, I had an encounter with a Bicycle Boy.

It happened at a book party that was held in a great marble hall on a tree-lined street. While I was surreptitiously stuffing my face with smoked salmon, a writer friend, a guy, rushed up and said, “I’ve just been talking to the most interesting man.”

“Oh yeah? Who?” I asked, glancing around the room with suspicion.  read more »

New York's last seduction.  read more »

The first time you meet Michael, at Bowery Bar with Clifford at his side, you want to hate him.  read more »

Seven Men Meet Two Women …  read more »

Love in Manhattan? I don’t think so …  read more »

Eventually, it always comes up. The Inevitable. “Errrrrr,” he begins.  read more »

When it comes to finding a marriage partner, New York has its own particularly cruel mating rituals, as complicated and sophisticated as an Edith Wharton novel.  read more »

Seven women gathered in Manhattan, over wine, cheese and cigarettes, to animatedly discuss the one thing they had in common: a man.  read more »