We’re in the home stretch now, folks. Those of us who have clung to the limp, decaying body of what was once a powerhouse television series are finally going to be set free when And Just Like That … comes to an end in just a few short episodes.
AJLT, much like its predecessor, Sex and the City, is mostly about the banalities of living a fabulous yet messy life: cocktails, designer clothes, men who come and go, friends who stick around, friends who don’t. The difference is that SATC felt like a show about real women in a city on earth, while AJLT feels like it takes place in a simulacrum of New York that exists in an alternate reality without time or object permanence. SATC had frizz, wrinkled clothing, repeated outfits, imperfect lighting, banter, mess, unresolved feelings, and open-ended relationships. There was a tether to reality, something AJLT has been sorely lacking. Perhaps the showrunners could try their hand at it again when the girls are all elderly, Golden Girls style.
Anyway, let’s talk about what’s really important in this episode: I, too, was in a production of Thoroughly Modern Millie in middle school. I played Mrs. Flannery, and my costume was an orange collared shirt and a hideous gray skirt-suit set I thrifted. Miranda would have gone bananas for it. Speaking of Miranda’s wardrobe, let’s get into what the girls wore.
Carrie
Actually, wait. Before we discuss outfits, why is everyone lying to Carrie about her book? “Your prose is fluid and so moving.” Stop! Tell that woman the truth!
Anyway, congratulations to the Coach team on this ludicrously capacious bag placement. That’s the biggest, most empty coin purse I’ve ever seen, and I would know because I have a pink version of it and any time I take it out, my credit card, lip gloss, and perhaps a form of ID will just rattle around in an endless cavern. I could probably stuff both of my adult cats in that bag and still have a difficult time finding them in all that space.
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Lisette
Genuinely, what is this outfit? She looks like she wanted to raid David Bowie’s closet but instead disturbed him in his final resting place. I can’t imagine how hot and sticky that full-body leather is.
Charlotte
She has always loved being a Wasp so much it seems only natural she’d sartorially channel the Pilgrims on Thanksgiving. Raise your hand if you’re scared.
Miranda
At one point in this episode, Miranda wore a near-exact replica of my Mrs. Flannery costume. I hope I never see another suit vest again.
Lisa Todd Wexley
They were so close. So close to reaching outfit nirvana. The tweed cape and skirt and the long black leather gloves were all fabulous, and even the statement necklace was perfectly acceptable. And then they did that thing up there on LTW’s head, the teetering mini pillbox hat, an unnecessary accoutrement. It feels criminal they can’t get her outfits right because a face card like that deserves a better backdrop.
Seema
Queen, queen, queen. The green velvet blazer, the brooch, the French pin updo. The past three seasons have been an excruciating watch all around, but my personal North Star, Seema, has somehow always made it worth it. I will miss you on my screen, diva supreme.
Pie Sargeant
Shout-out to the mean yet loyal lady running her Upper East Side bakery like the Navy. That’s one sick pin you’ve got there in your lapel.
