Instagram дня: показываем, двойника Кэрри Брэдшоу. И это мужчина

12 мая 2020 08:27

Многие хотели быть похожими на Кэрри Брэдшоу, но мечту поклонниц «Секса в большом городе» воплотил в жизнь (неожиданно!) консультант по стратегиям и инновациям Дэн Клэй. Как это случилось: сейчас уже модный блогер нарядился в Кэрри на Хэллоуин и поразил точностью пародии не только друзей и случайных прохожих, но и фанатов культового сериала по всему миру. Его косплеи отметили в самом популярном фан-аккаунте «Секса в большом городе», и фото мгновенно разлетелись в Сети.

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Meanwhile uptown, I was one “u up?” away from giving up all together. Modern romance can be hard. Women of the past got flowery love letters. Women of today get poorly lit dick pics. Men used to send roses. Now they can barely send a text. And even after a perfect first date, the modern man can still turn into a ghost. O Romeo, Romeo! Wait, where the f*** did Romeo go? I couldn’t help but wonder: In an era when the next best thing is just a right swipe away, can you ever feel confident in a connection? That’s why, for any single gal in Manhattan, the only words more beautiful than “perfect first date” … are “perfect first date follow-up.” It’s a concept more wonderful than 2-for-1 Cosmopolitans and more rare than a Manolo Blahnik Sample Sale. But when it happens … it fills your heart with sparkles and makes you believe, just for a moment, that maybe all those wrong guys were put in your path to make you appreciate him. He’s funny, flirty, and cool, and you’re like a pair of purple control-top pantyhose: just trying to hold it all together. Life is full of new beginnings. The first day of a new haircut. The first night in a new dress. The giddy start to a new relationship. So maybe love is like a mobile phone. When you have a good connection, you’ve just got to keep talking and hope for the best. #CarrieDragshaw

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И теперь Дэн Клэй гуляет по Нью-Йорку в юбке-пачке, не против перекусить в Макдоналдс в ярком наряде и даже ходит на каблуках.

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🎈3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY of CARRIE DRAGSHAW 🎃 That auspicious Halloween in 2016, I never could have imagined the joy to come. Celebrating with a favorite, and a heartfelt thank you 🎈 The sidewalks of New York are full of traffic. But instead of cars we have clothes. Instead of Porsche, Lamborghinis and Little Corvettes we have Prada, Louis Speedies and Fendi Baguettes. But even in a city as crowded as New York, sometimes you walk alone. As I broke free from another break up, I couldn't help but wonder: We spend so much time dating—were we neglecting our most important relationship? We spend all our energy loving purses, dresses, and men—did we have any left to love ourself? What if the secret to being happy in life was hidden on the inside? Maybe self love is like a DIY Gucci purse: It takes a lot of work, and even if it doesn't turn out perfect it still feels fabulous. Because maybe our quirks and flaws make us who we are. After all, the cracks in the sidewalk let the flower grow. And life doesn’t always turn out the way you expect. Sometimes the perfect little black dress…is grey. So I smiled. Because if you can love who you're walking with even when you're walking alone…well that's just fabulous. #CarrieDragshaw ______________ If you’ll forgive a bit of nostalgia, I’d like to say Thank You. 3 years ago I dressed up like Carrie Bradshaw for Halloween, with no ambition other than hooking up with someone hot at the Boom Boom Room. Over these 3 years I’ve had unfathomable happiness, but also failure, loss, break-ups, ghostings, any number of life’s ordinary indignities. And behind the protected veil of a drag persona, I told you about them all. And without even knowing it, you healed me each time. My only hope for Carrie is that you’ve gotten something out of her, too. I normally like to leave the lessons to Carrie, but today I’d like to peek out and say something from the heart: if you have a side of yourself you’re hiding from the world, a passion you’re not pursuing, a dream you’re not chasing—don’t wait for your Halloween costume to go viral to live fully. Authenticity is its own reward. I love you all so very much, and I’m deeply grateful. Here’s to 3 more.

A post shared by Carrie Dragshaw (@dan_clay) on Oct 31, 2019 at 5:00am PDT

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A wise wanderer once said: “Fake it till you make it.” On a cobblestone street somewhere south of Houston, feeling Downton Crabby, I donned a tiara and faked the confidence of a queen. Because if you can fake it here, you can fake it anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder: Can you really be a queen if you haven’t met your king? After all, my palace was less Buckingham and more junior-one-bedroom, and the only thing I inherited was a bunion. No Aladdin in sight, I was Princess Has-been with a magic carpet that needs vacuuming. So would I be faking it forever? What does it take to become a true queen? Did you need riches, power, and fame? Royal subjects, gracious butlers, and a fully paid-off credit card bill? Or could I be the Kate Middleton of the middle class? After all, maybe being a queen is less about possessions and more about perception—not getting more, but … the priceless knowledge that you’ve got enough. When it comes to the family jewels, maybe size really doesn’t matter. Because even if you look more like Cinderella’s “before” picture, you can still have a ball. And even if you’re destined to be the old woman who lived in her shoes, you can still dress them up in chandeliers. Because real royalty gets one thing very wrong: they think only one girl can wear the crown. But out here, we can all be queens. #CarrieDragshaw ____________ 📸 by my friend @smallgirlbiglens ❤️

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На аккаунт @dan_clay уже подписаны больше 126 тысяч человек, а сам креативный офисный клерк превратился в настоящую звезду (он называет себя Кэрри Дрэгшоу): его фотопародии постоянно мелькают в ленте фешн-аккаунтов, и даже сама Джессика Паркер (55) отметила Кэрри Дрэгшоу, выложив своего двойника в Instagram (правда, чуть позже удалила фото Дэна).

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🌺 Hers: Dolce & Gabbana. Mine: a shower curtain ❤️ Somewhere between “It Girl” and “Fashion Roadkill,” as I thought back to the dress I might have worn, I started thinking about the lives I might have led. A wise poet once asked: What happens to a dream deferred? But isn’t the harder question: What happens to a dream denied? There are moments when your hopes and dreams seem so close you can feel them, like the fabric on the perfect dress in this great big fitting room we call life. And what once felt like a fantasy starts to feel like it might just be real life. Until the fabric falls. I couldn’t help but wonder: Is it better to have dreamed and lost than never to have dreamed at all? Or do some losses just hurt too hard? In the thesaurus, “dream” is simply another word for delusion. As I contemplated packing up my hopes and going home, I had a thought: You can fall in love with a man. You can fall in love with a dress. And you can fall in love with one specific vision of your future. But even if you don’t get where you wanted to go, you might still end up where you needed to be. Maybe the biggest risk in life … is being too afraid to take one. After all, the only cure for a broken heart is love. And the only cure for a broken dream is hope. Because even if Heidi Klum steals your Dolce and leaves you in nothing but your underwear—it’s up to you to sparkle. #CarrieDragshaw

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A wise wanderer once said: “Life’s a journey, not a destination.” But even in a journey, it helps to know where you’re headed. Romping around in a romper downtown, I couldn’t help but wonder: What the heck was I doing? When it came to life’s big questions, did I have a clue? Who was I? Who did I want to be? How could I have so many places to go—yet no idea where I was going? Adults are always asking children, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Maybe we ask because we’re looking for ideas. But maybe real grown-ups realize you can be more than one thing. You can try it all. Hot pants under a winter coat, a doctor’s bag with a newsboy cap…and the Newsie can be a lady and the lady can be a man and the man can be ambitious and clueless all at the same time. You only live once. But if you do it right, you can live a lot of lives. I had a thought: The hardest part about following your own path is you don’t always know where it leads. So when you’re walking along, feeling the weight of this great big grocery bag we call “life”—sometimes it helps to just stop and laugh. After all, life is precious, but the answers aren’t always as fun as the questions. #CarrieDragshaw ______________ 📸 by @smallgirlbiglens thank you so much angel friend! And thank EVERYONE so much. This really is the most fun and I’m grateful every day. I wish you all winding journeys full of futures we can’t comprehend and presents we always enjoy ❤️ DC & CD

A post shared by Carrie Dragshaw (@dan_clay) on Sep 27, 2019 at 5:00am PDT

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➡️ Swipe ➡️ 🕯 A TRIBUTE TO A LEGENDARY PARTY GIRL 🕯 As I contemplated Lexi Featherston’s final words, I couldn’t help but wonder: Was New York really over? After all, the rent is too high, the clubs are too tame, and the only thing less reliable than the subway is the men. They paved paradise and put up a CVS, and in most neighborhoods you need a trust fund just to get a brunch reservation. The starving artists moved to Berlin and even Brooklyn is harder to get into than the Beatrice Inn (circa 2007). Has the Big Apple finally gone bad? Has the City that Never Sleeps finally been knocked out? After Uber killed the cab, Tinder killed the romance, and soulless glass skyscrapers killed the skyline, I had to wonder: Has the Greatest City in the World fallen farther than Lexi Featherston? And most importantly, if New York is dead… then why does it still make me feel so alive? Why does the MoMA still make my heart melt? Why does Lady Liberty still take my breath away? Why does the people-watching still set my soul on fire? Maybe because New York isn’t a city. It’s a state of mind. Somewhere between living and dreaming, there’s New York City. And every day you stumble along with thousands of other dreamers making it here, making it theirs, and making it new. So New York never really dies, it just finds new ways to be New. Even though The Tunnel might be closed forever and Times Square might be a glorified CitiBank in a Minnie Mouse mask… I say to New York, my Immortal Beloved: Ever Thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours. #CarrieDragshaw ____________________________ This post is more than a love letter to our favorite city. A few months ago, in a resounding victory, you voted Lexi Featherston your favorite guest character. I was so inspired by / in agreement with your enthusiasm that I HAD to give her a proper homage. We’ll be celebrating Lexi all day today in the stories. And please feel free to share the impact that this legendary party girl has had on your life. I, for one, have said “I’m so bored I could die” at every birthday dinner I’ve attended in the last 15 years. Also I scream “WHATEVER HAPPENED TO FUN?” anytime someone asks me to join a conference call.

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