Candace Bushnell

[Ed. note: this article was originally published in the December 23-30, 1996 edition of The New York Observer.]

The sculptor Dane Peen returned to his SoHo loft at noon. He stumbled into the kitchen where Sonya, the Brazilian nanny, was cooking his 2-year-old son, Sting, a hard-boiled egg.

“Oh, Mister Peen,” Sonya said, as Dane sat down at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. “Everybody been looking for you. Mrs. Peen go to find you.”

“Where Mrs. Peen?” Dane asked.  read more »

[Ed. note: this article was originally published on December 2, 1996.]

Tyler Kydd enters the Ziegfeld movie theater three minutes before his new film, Gagged, begins. The lights are still on, but everybody is seated, and, as usual, the audience turns to stare at him as he follows his manager and the movie studio publicist down the aisle to his seats. Tyler sits on the aisle, next to the publicist, whom he knows he will not remember if he meets her in a different context. She puts her elbow on the armrest and leans toward him, turning her head in profile, as if to shield him from the audience.

“People magazine is here,” she says.

“Mmmm,” he says. “What about the critic from The New Yorker?” He says this knowing that movie critics do not usually attend premiers, knowing that the movie critic from The New Yorker has already seen the film two weeks or even a month earlier.  read more »

[Ed. note: this article was originally published on November 25th, 1996]

Tyler Kidd is in town and James Dieke is afraid. And excited.  read more »

There was an afternoon in September when Carrie was going someplace or another, and there was too much traffic and she got out of the cab and walked down the middle of Madison Avenue in an expensive pantsuit. Let’s face it, she thought: You own this town.

“Listen, sweetie,” Mr. Big had said, several weeks earlier, “people don’t like you as much as you’d probably like to think they do.”

“Yeah? So what?” She got a beer out of the refrigerator.

“They think you have an agenda. But they don’t know what it is.”

“Is that supposed to be my problem?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Who are these ‘people,’ anyway?”

“I’m just trying to give you some advice,” he said. “I’m just trying to help you. You’re too aggressive.”

Carrie felt herself slipping into that bad place again in her head. For the umpteenth time in months.  read more »

Mr. Big had yet to say, “I want to be with someone ‘normal.’ I want to have a normal life.” Because at that point, on the surface, everything seemed status quo. Everything except the weather.  read more »

For the past few weeks, Winnie has been spending a lot of time reminding herself of everything she’s achieved. Something is wrong.  read more »

This is a story about two very important people, with two very important jobs, who are married to each other and have exactly one child.  read more »

“I’m Janey Wilcox, the model, and I’m spending the weekend with Zack Manners, the English billionaire record producer. So fuck you. All of you.”  read more »

"I've got to find a man for the summer," Janey had been complaining to her friend, Alison, when a voice from one of the stalls shouted out, “Harold Vane!”  read more »

Model seeks place, puts up with boob-squeezing enthusiast.  read more »

Suzannah was a 40-year-old sculptress who wore dramatic make-up and large pieces of jewelry. She had never seen herself in a traditional marriage. “Separate bedrooms?” she asked.  read more »

There are things worse than being 35, single and female in New York. Like: being 25, single and female in New York.  read more »

"But then you realize that you’d have to share a bed with him, watch him brush his teeth, that stuff ...”  read more »

Christmas season in New York. The parties. The star on 57th Street. The tree. Most of the time, it’s never the way it should be. But once in a while, something happens and it works.  read more »

There’s something rotten in New York society, and it’s the character formerly known as the “eligible” bachelor.  read more »

This is a story about a dirty little secret in the dating world.  read more »

Infant rubdowns, nanny Cameras, and a little man you can depend on.  read more »

It is time. Time to stop complaining about no good men. Time to stop calling your machine every half-hour to see if a man has called. Yes, it is finally time to marry a man in Manhattan.  read more »

In the heat, you can’t trust anyone, especially yourself.  read more »

Four women met at an Upper East Side restaurant to discuss what it was like to be an extremely beautiful young woman in New York City.  read more »

Sex in the Hamptons is a lot like sex in Manhattan—except it’s not. Odd couplings and brief flings, which in the city might raise an eyebrow, are somehow forgiven out on the East End.  read more »

Bad things can happen to city women when they come back from visiting their newly-married-with-children friends in the suburbs.  read more »

The pilgrimage to the newly suburbanized friend is one that most Manhattan women have made, and few truly enjoyed. In fact, most come back to the city in an emotional state somewhere between giddy and destroyed.  read more »

A few weeks back, I had an encounter with a Bicycle Boy.

It happened at a book party that was held in a great marble hall on a tree-lined street. While I was surreptitiously stuffing my face with smoked salmon, a writer friend, a guy, rushed up and said, “I’ve just been talking to the most interesting man.”

“Oh yeah? Who?” I asked, glancing around the room with suspicion.  read more »

In the city, one invariably finds the beautiful young models who flock to New York like birds, and their attendants, men like Jack and Ben, who practically make a profession of wining and dining them and, with varying degrees of success, seducing them. Meet the modelizers.  read more »

New York's last seduction.  read more »

The first time you meet Michael, at Bowery Bar with Clifford at his side, you want to hate him.  read more »

Seven Men Meet Two Women …  read more »

Love in Manhattan? I don’t think so …  read more »

Eventually, it always comes up. The Inevitable. “Errrrrr,” he begins.  read more »

When it comes to finding a marriage partner, New York has its own particularly cruel mating rituals, as complicated and sophisticated as an Edith Wharton novel.  read more »

Seven women gathered in Manhattan, over wine, cheese and cigarettes, to animatedly discuss the one thing they had in common: a man.  read more »

The original "Sex and the City" column, available for the first time on the Web.  read more »

Last winter, my best friend Kate Bohner and I decided to do things backward and rent a house in the  read more »

Last winter, my best friend Kate Bohner and I decided to do things backward and rent a house in the  read more »

Back on an otherwise quiet day in the otherwise quiet 1990’s, Candace  read more »

Back on an otherwise quiet day in the otherwise quiet 1990's, Candace Bushnell's Sex and the City co  read more »

Last winter, my best friend Kate Bohner and I decided to do things backward and rent a house in the  read more »