That look on AnnaSophia Robb‘s face while shooting The Carrie Diaries in Long Island? We’re witnessing the slow development of the famous Carrie Bradshaw Smirk of Disgust, a studied disdain for anything that Carrie deems inappropriate, crass, unattractive, or dumb. And right now, that loathing is turned inward. As you might’ve noticed, there are no skyscrapers to be seen in these photos. Carrie has not yet touched down in Manhattan, though you probably could’ve figured that out since she’s wearing actually normal clothes.
A lot of The Carrie Diaries – that is, the prequel book by creator Candace Bushnell – is about the boring suburban Connecticut lifestyle that Carrie eventually escapes. But before she can start a life where she wears ensembles of bras, pedal pushers, and Manolos, she has to fall for the bad boy (Austin Butler) and engage in some good old-fashioned clique wars. But like I said, you can tell that Carrie is not happy with her lot in life, that even though she puts on a smile while washing cars with her sister, she longs to shed her bunny rabbit sweater and questionable leggings for a much more chic look.
If anything, AnnaSophia’s take on the Carrie smirk is a little too mild. As we well know from Sex and the City reruns, this is a woman who will never hesitate to call you out on waiting too long to have sex with a new guy, or not hocking your engagement ring to pay for her mortgage. Or, most memorably, for including a scrunchie in your novel. How can we forget the episode where she reads Berger’s (Ron Livingston) new book, only to immediately fixate on his New York City heroine tying her hair back with this dorky ’80s accessory? That impulsive criticism comes back to bite her in the ass more than once and — I hate to say it — kinda makes her deserve the eventual Post-It Note break-up from Berger.
You can sit on your high horse, Carrie, but you know what? Now, according to canon, you too have sported a scrunchie! So there, Bradshaw.