Carrie Bradshaw's apartment was arguably one of the biggest characters in Sex and the City. After Carrie, of course, and Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda. Oh, and who can forget that shining leading lady herself, New York City! After all, if Carrie only gets one great love, and the Big Apple just might be hers, it deserves its own line in the opening credits, does it not?
But enough with the sarcasm, it's back to the apartment! After watching the entire series an embarrassing number of times, we know it inside and out—the purple bedspread, that unnecessarily huge built-in bookcase, and who can forget that ridiculous rotary phone? Get with the times, Carrie!
Well now you can peek inside the digs of the real-life Bradshaw. Candace Bushnell is the writer of the original novels that spawned the show, and she's also the source of inspiration for the character of Carrie. She wrote a similarly racy column in The New York Observer in the mid-90s and struggled with dating in New York City and probably did things like spend all her money and shoes and eat Saltines alone in her kitchen. In other words, you'd be crazy not to want to be just like her.
Bushnell has listed her trés chic Manhattan apartment, but we have to say that the place is actually way more Charlotte than Carrie.
The pre-war building is in NYC's Greenwich Village which, funnily enough, is the same neighborhood that houses the fake stoop used to represent Bradshaw's Upper East Side apartment on the show. And as you can see, Bushnell certainly has some pretty fancy taste—especially compared to Carrie's penchant for mismatched furniture and haphazardly scattered fashion magazines.
The pad boasts a huge foyer, chandeliers, built-in bookcases and fireplaces, a separate dining room and 1.5 bathrooms. It's also on the market with an asking price of over $2.6 million, which is a teeny bit more than Carrie's rent-controlled abode. It's kind of hard to imagine Carrie cozying up in the all-white sitting room, but we think Charlotte would feel quite at home here. So maybe that's where Bushnell thought up Mrs. York-Goldenblatt's refined taste.