I was 14 years old when SATC began. Too young, at first, to watch or even be aware of the risqué episodes. Which made them all the more delicious when a friend would produce a taped episode (this was a long time ago) at a sleepover. Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda saw me through high school, a gap year and the beginning of university – a time when their lives seemed like primers on how to behave (or not) in life, romance and, occasionally, work.

And the fashion! SATC provided my introduction and pronunciation guide to the world of Manolos and Dolce & Gabbana and Fendi Baguettes and $4-a-word at Vogue (Carrie, we need to talk about that). Costume designer Patricia Field’s playful approach to her stars’ looks, and Sarah Jessica Parker’s seeming ability to wear absolutely anything as Carrie, made every episode a visual feast.

Sometimes classic (Charlotte’s gallery-girl dresses), sometimes camp (Samantha’s farm-girl gingham for a weekend in the country), the fashion was a fifth character in the show. Or sixth, after ‘the City’ itself, of course. No wonder it seemed like every woman I knew mourned when it ended.