Like what I’ve previously written on my Sex and the City 2 review here disappointingly the thin storyline also comes with some noticeable fashion faux-pas, where there weren’t supposed to be too many glitches.

First, the purple, crinoline-lined, ball skirt that mismatched the Dior tee and venue, as it’d clash or be squashed by people’s knees at Middle-Eastern souqs’ famed narrow, jam-packed alleys. Maybe the whole reason was to accentuate Carrie’s repeated twirls when she ran into a certain someone there.

Instead of donning tasteful, billowy, jewel-toned djellaba that would look more dreamily while riding camels, the girls sported such kooky look that made them like over-aged, over-dressed, cartoonish superheroes. I mean—Miranda’s blowing cape and cowboy hat, and Samantha’s futile homage to Cleopatra’s wig? Eeeuww!

And don’t get me started on Charlotte’s skirt episode. I mean, who bloody wears a white, vintage Valentino while making cupcakes with kids under five? White vintage Valentinos belong to adults-only affairs or shrink-wrapped garment bags, period. Because it’s white. Vintage. And friggin’ Valentino’s! Clueless Charlotte, you reap what you sow.

Shoes, once such a prominent element that SATC almost single-handedly made Manolos, Choos, Louboutins and their certain styles household names or fashionistas’ hounds, didn’t get much airtime. The bejeweled Arabian slippers could’ve been highlighted. Beyond the studded, purple, d’Orsay platform Carrie had on for city walk, I didn’t get to notice much.

The much-celebrated stylist Patricia Field, who for Carrie alone has put the genius ensembles such as Manolo-meet-tutu, rainbow frocks, and clashing boho, clearly missed a great chance to showcase Middle Eastern women’s quantum fashion leap. Anyone who ever gets behind the curtained, women-only Chanel boutique in Jeddah, as me and Mom once did, where Saudi swans would disrobe their abaya and flaunt the mouth-gaping couture underneath, knows that the UAE women, traditionally more moderate than the Saudis, would’ve flashed more daring choices than the souq corner’s congregation did.

Carrie and her infamous tutu

Brilliantly done clashing boho

And last, but not least—someone should stop applying nude lips on Carrie. Neither the character nor SJP the actress is still in early 30s. She often looked pasty, cakey and drained out. Why not revisit SATC 1, when the refreshing pink lipstick Carrie had on while shopping and calling Samantha, that teleported her back to her youthful Season 2 self?

But, but, but… all isn’t lost. For all my disappointment, sufficient fabulous fashion was constantly supplied throughout it’s worth the movie tic (although Lailai and I didn’t pay ours, courtesy of gentleman gaylord Peter who firmly believes that while queens pay, ladies shouldn’t, ha).

There’s the eye-pleasing ensemble at opening scene, with the white, breezy, empire-waisted dress Carrie donned, my all-time favorite dress cut, paired with gold Louboutins, won the cake. The sensual getups for resort arrival, where Miranda’s paisley jumpsuit came on top. The flowing sundresses while lounging in lunch tent; the embroidered, Egyptian-collared fuchsia dress on Charlotte got highest vote.

Arrival at the resort

Lounging at the tent

There were also some great individual fashion moments. Samantha’s lavender lot and the bunch of glamorous earrings. The tangerine Grecian from Carrie’s beach walk, and the voluminous emerald one worn snuggling up to Big that proved my point that when the man is right, any couture will be right to snuggle up in. Charlotte’s cupcake apron and the maternal guilt talk’s royal blue cocktail dress. Miranda’s poolside turban and the airy look to kick start the new job. And while the TV show birthed the ‘Carrie’ nameplate necklace, SATC 2 might unleash another craze with the clover-shaped, silver pendant adorning Carrie’s neck throughout the movie.