Like any good millennial, I’m waiting patiently for the next season of And Just Like That… to drop on Max so that I can devour each episode like a five-course feast of inanity, talk about it obsessively with my coworkers on Slack, and ultimately disavow the show when anyone asks if I actually like it. (I mean…no, it’s no Sex and the City, but that’s not the point!)
Unfortunately, season three isn’t slated to hit our screens until some as-yet-unannounced date in 2025, but the show is already in the thick of filming in New York City—and if Darren Star Co. aren’t going to feed my addiction to mid catchphrases and ridiculous high-fashion, often-high-camp outfits until next year, I’m just going to have to take matters into my own hands. Below, find the best photos that have hit the internet so far from And Just Like That… season three, along with my best guesses as to what plotlines they illustrate:
Carrie and Miranda standing vaguely near a bus: Is Miranda running for public office on a platform of more accessible public transportation in New York City?
Art imitates life, after all, and I know for a fact that neither Miranda Hobbes nor IRL Cynthia Nixon would approve of New York governor Kathy Hochul’s recent failure with congestion pricing.
Lisa Todd Wexley and her husband dining at the Red Rooster: A weirdly anachronistic Obama cameo?
Remember when our former president dined on lobster salad and sweet-potato doughnuts with 50 of his richest supporters at Marcus Samuelsson’s award-winning Harlem restaurant? It would be on-brand for him to appear on this show, if only because Trump had a famous cameo on the original. But then again, he’s a Netflix guy, so maybe he won’t be willing to lend his likeness to Max.
Charlotte and Anthony outside of Anthony’s bakery: He’s going to burn it down for the insurance money?
Sorry, but given the semi-ridiculous way Sex and the City and And Just Like That… have portrayed this man (and gay men in general—justice for Stanford!), I fully believe that arson is within Anthony’s hot-blooded Sicilian wheelhouse.
Miranda and Rosie O’Donnell in Times Square: Miranda’s going to grieve the departure of Che by diving into an age-gap relationship that includes a lot of theater?
We queers do love Broadway, quite famously. But also…is this relationship somehow going to make me cringe even more than the cursed love affair between Miranda and the late, great (depending on your perspective, that is) Che Diaz?
Carrie in the Simone Rocha rose dress: She’s going to the 2024 Met Gala?
And stealing Vogue editor Chloe Malle’s look, no less! While Carrie would be a likely Met invitee—she has the money for a sizable donation and is a Vogue freelancer, after all!—perhaps this new season takes her to new heights of romantic delusion as the greediest contestant on The Bachelor. Who needs a man’s rose when you’ve brought six of your own?
Carrie and Aidan reuniting in public: They’re going to actually break up for good this time, God willing?
Sorry, but I have never been and will never be an Aidan girlie, no matter how gracefully he’s aging.
Carrie in a Lady Di–style fitted revenge dress: She’s moving on from Aidan?
This show has desperately missed Samantha Jones’s slutty antics, so I, for one, want to see Carrie get back to her mid-30s roots of sleeping with a whole bunch of rando guys. (Remember the ADHD jazz musician she had the best sex of her life with?)
Carrie in a giant gingham hat: She’s…moving to Colonial Williamsburg to operate a butter churn?
Honestly, I feel like it would be on-brand for Carrie to go to Colonial Williamsburg before hitting up the Williamsburg in Brooklyn. (Sidenote: Remember when Miranda was reluctant to move to Brooklyn in the original series? Can we even fathom how much more the house she complained about moving to would be worth now? I could cry.)
