a charlotte york moment
This year, Sex and the City celebrated its 20th anniversary. It's also the year that I inadvertently found myself deep in a Charlotte York moment. Aro was barely three months old. I was breastfeeding him on demand. He had a lot of demands.
A photographer was coming to our apartment to take a photo of my family for a spread in New Zealand House and Garden. Aro, Rob and I were dressed in various shades of grey. I was conscious of my limp hair and the milk stain on my Kowtow dress. Chester, the dog, refused to be left out of the photo and jumped up onto the bed next to me. In the final photo, I'm resting my forearm on him like he's an armrest on a couch.
I watched Sex and the City religiously. I had all the DVD box sets. I have a complicated relationship with the movies. I thought I was a Carrie. When the photographer told me to look his way and smile, I realised, with a shock, that I might actually have grown into a Charlotte. In this post, I share some outtakes from our April 2018 New Zealand House and Garden feature. We were so privileged to see Paul McCreadie, the photographer, in action. You can view the article online here.