Earlier this week the lovely Jennifer Margolin of Red Sole Diary and I went to see Sex and the City 2 and followed up the movie with Mojitos poolside at one of my favourite Los Angeles hang-outs Hotel Figueroa.

The movie itself was a fun romp through the lives of some of our favourite TV characters of the past decade, as they navigate relationships in their new chapter of life. Predictably, I enjoyed it, but not as much as I expected too. It lacked the chemistry that we grew used to (despite rumours throughout the years that the cast members didn't get along – they always appeared to) it did warm up however especially during a hilarious scene between Charlotte and Miranda as they admitted the troubles behind motherhood whilst getting drunk. It was a little farcical and a lot over the top. All forgivable traits given my relationship with the show.

Carrie, for the first time, and perhaps this is an observation that I've come into through maturity myself, became unlikeable, despite her beautful clothing (I've always been a 'Carrie'). Having finally settled down with Mr. Big she's unhappy with the settling down part of settling down and unsatisfied with a man who wants to watch TV and order take-out – which quite frankly is one of my favourite parts of having an other half. I actually pitied Mr. Big.

Samantha was a stand out, Kim Cattrall ruled the film with her promiscuity and rambunctious behavoir, delivering classic, albeit cheesy, Samantha lines such as "Lawrence of My Labia" (a line she delivers whilst wearing Wendy Brandes' Cleopatra Earrings – amazing!) 

It was all together a fun film, one I'll likely watch again, filled to the brim with fashion, fashion, fashion (what did you really expect?) There were some completely outrageous outfits, some politically fuelled fashion commentary and Sarah Jessica Parker – Halston thanks you for the way you wear those dresses.

What I'm Wearing: Vintage Maxi Dress, Cynthia Vincent for Target Wedges (I know, I know they're living on my feet)

By Kelsi Smith.