Do you know the zsa zsa zsu? The butterflies in the stomach, this feeling you get when you meet someone you really really like. I felt it a few times in my life but the 1st time I did was not for a boy but for Sex & The City at the end of the 90s. It had been several months since I first heard of this show (in my Mum's magazines or on TV) but I never had the time to watch it. In France, it was broadcast pretty late on Friday nights and at that time, I had other fish to fry on Friday nights.
My first experience with SATC (the first series usually called through an acronym before HIMYM, TBBT, OITNB or the most famous of all GOT) dates back to the Summer of 1999 (don't say anything, I know, it's been ages!) thanks to the video cassettes a friend lent me (different time, different habits...). We were a few months before Y2K , THE Big Change, THE New Millenium, THE New Era but my Big Change I experienced it the moment I started to follow the stories of Carrie Bradshaw and her 3 friends.
I had already found a deep interest in fashion for years thanks to my Mum who was a skilled seamstress and thanks to the piles of fashion magazines she used to buy every month. I even knew some stuff about fashion and it made me pretty proud of myself. Well, I could not talk about that kind of things with my friends (they were more into Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her curvy body...) yet I was under the impression I was part of a club: the club of those who know the names of designers & models. This membership was pretty useless but I loved this feeling! Anyway, I kept this for myself and kept on dreaming while flipping through ELLE (and later Vogue). 
When I started watching Sex & The City, everything told me I should come out as a Fashionisto. I had to proclaim to the world that I loved Fashion, I loved clothes and wanted the same life as Miss Bradshaw. Later on, on Myspace (remember Myspace right?) my nickname was Charlie Bradshaw. Some of you will certainly find it pathetic, I'd rather say "touching". After all, who wouldn't want to have Carrie's life? I know there are a lot of clichés, I know that her life is too perfect to be true. She's white, wealthy, doesn't have any insurmountable problems. In a way, she has a dream life in a dream city (who wouldn't want to experience life in New York City?), a dream closet and has a dream job! Perhaps, you will find it stupid but if I "write" now, it is thanks to Carrie Bradshaw. I can remember the first texts I wrote, they all started with a question I was asking to my invisible readers. She gave me the envy and need to write about my life, the people around me and Love (of course!). A good Carrie Bradshaw always writes about Love. Ok, I was not living in NYC, I did not work for Vogue but my desire was so flamboyant, it literally burnt inside of me! And the positive point was that I could write while sipping some cocktails.

Watching SATC is also thinking about life and you can learn a lot, trust me! I'm not saying it's the same as reading Sartre, Spinoza or Nietszche (I am not that blind!) but some of Carrie and her friends' lessons are still anchored into me. I sometimes try to make good use of them during conversations. 

- "It wasn't logic, it was Love"
- "Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want and just see what happens"
- "Here swear. Swear on Chanel!"
- "I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it"
or this perfect sentence by Charlotte:
-"Will you please not use the F-word in Vera Wang?!"

When Yann & I started this blog, I saw this opportunity to write à la manière de Carrie Bradshaw (but more about fashion than relationships) while remaining myself with my own style. That's what I'm trying to do with these WA.R.M. is in the mood for...., I mix my story, a larger history & Fashion then I shake ( in a shaker you could also use for Cosmopolitans) and voilà! Perhaps, I should write more often but I love when everything is perfect. The perfect dosage is smiles / emotions / memories and clothes. It doesn't come that easily! 
I don't know where we will be in 5 years'time but I love to picture ourselves in a cool city (London?) in a charming flat/house with an awesome dressing room filled with amazing clothes! We will well see! For a boy like me, SATC is an open door to a world you want to explore more than anything else. A kind of trigger that makes you hope something more. I am not telling you the story of a poor wishful thinking guy who spent hours watching Sex & The City while crying on a life he could not have, it's the story of a boy who needed a little boost, the stroke of a magic wand or maybe a good kick in the ass to start thinking about a better life. Yes, I do love Fashion, I do love writing and I do love my friends but no, I don't live in New York, I don't work for Anna Wintour and I don't own an incredible collection of Manolos (what would I do with them?) yet, I feel more that a connection with Carrie Bradshaw. Can you imagine if she had had a fashion blog? She would have been the Queen of bloggers, I am sure of it! Like her or not, find her pretty and stylish or not, we, Fashion Bloggers, we cannot deny that deep inside us, we all are Carrie Bradshaws.

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