1970s Wedding Inspiration: The Daisy Jones Effect
I am, at the moment, having a bit of a love affair with 1970s fashion— especially 1970s wedding fashion. On most any given day, I would be happy to dress like Emmylou Harris or Ali MacGraw (and I would be thrilled to have a Steve McQueen type by my side, but that is a conversation for another day).
Five Fashion-Forward Fall Color Palettes: Autumn Wedding Inspiration
Imagine a pastel yellow cake adorned with buttercream bows, frosting garlands, and delicate rosettes. Such a cake would look like a girlhood dream, a vision from her someday-wedding. Bouquets of butter yellow roses would fill her dream chapel, and maids would process down the aisle in pastel yellow gowns. Even the candles at the altar would be a champagne yellow. For the wedding exit and honeymoon flight, she would opt for an elegant, nostalgic suit—butter yellow with bracelet sleeves, a matching hat, and ivory gloves.
While many would imagine pastel yellow in the context of spring weddings, the color takes on an unexpected richness when paired with mocha. Imagine pale yellow peonies tied with a mocha ribbon, or a buttery rose bouquet arranged with a hint of chocolate—cosmos flowers, naturally. We are perhaps accustomed to seeing chocolate with jewel tones, so the color looks fresh and fashion-forward when paired with pastels instead.
How to Create Beautiful Wedding Welcome Baskets
One of the great blessings of my life is having a mom who gives gifts that look and feel like a work of art. How can I describe, without sounding boastful, my enchanted childhood? When a little girl has a mother like mine, everything that surrounds her is sweet, gentle, graceful, and pure. Everything, from the clouds of tulle that float above her canopy bed, to her lovely doll collection. Even the littlest details of my girlhood were exquisite—my pretty hair ribbons, my whimsical wardrobe, even the peanut butter and honey sandwiches in my school lunches, bore the imprint of my mother’s love. Every day, I received a little a note in her beautiful handwriting, telling me I was loved. And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it was true.
Bohemian Wedding Registry
Lately, I’ve been enamored with the classic French song “La Bohème” by Charles Aznavour. It touches on some of my most profound longings: to create and consume art, take flaneurial walks through Paris, and be memorialized in verse or lyric by a poetic man. The song fills me with the desire to be even more bohemian than I already am, embracing my unconventional sense of fashion, eclectic apartment, and devotion to art, music, literature. As I listen, I imagine the lilacs in Montmarte and Paris in a particular era, vibrant with art and love.
Hotel Portofino Inspired Edit
There are few places as conducive to falling in love—or to having a languorous honeymoon—as Portofino. Portofino: a pastel painting, a pearl. It’s easy to imagine days here devoted to nothing more than aimless strolls and sun-drenched aperitivos, wearing wide-brimmed hats and linen dresses. The little town offers beauty so opulent, it’s difficult to know what to admire first: perhaps the villas painted in ochre, sepia, red, and yellow, “like the bright spines of so many books crammed together onto a bookshelf,” muses author Lucy Foley, “a quiet spectacle.” Walking through Portofino, even the most prosaic scenes move the heart—morning markets are filled with jeweled fruits, and there’s always laundry on the line, hanging in plain sight. As evening sets in, the bay takes on a poignancy, as fisherman return home.
The Most Exquisite Wedding Cake Artists Today
Many of us, when we were girls, dreamed at some point of opening a bakery. The bakery of my girlhood dreams was part flower shop—surprise, surprise—a Swiss chalet style building with flowers hand-painted on shutters, and great window boxes overflowing with flora. The doors would open to a space fragrant with fresh flowers and baking bread (how would those comforting fragrances combine? Unclear.). Daily, this bakery would offer be-ribboned boxes of pastries and bundles of flowers, little things to uplift an ordinary moment. It was a bit like Holly Golightly nibbling a Danish outside the Tiffany’s window, only in my version, the heroine longed for flowers with her breakfast pastry, not diamonds.
The Honeymoon Edit: Inspired by Sofia Richie Grainge & the South of France
Anyone who knows me well knows that, for the entirety of my adult life, I’ve been besotted with the South of France. When I dream, I dream of purpled pathways in Provence—of walking the lavender fields at dusk (presumably while carrying a basket purse and wide-brimmed sunhat). J’apprends le français depuis quatre ans et j’adore la langue, la culture, et bien sûr, tout ce qui est mode française. These French reveries and this admiration for the French style is hardly unique to me. Perhaps we all dream, at least once, of having a sun-drenched summer on the Côte d’Azur. Of a languorous honeymoon or romantic getaway with nothing on the agenda but gentle strolls, terrace aperitifs, beachy romps, and day trips to Italy.
Grandmillennial-Inspired Wedding Registry
If there’s any fashion movement that resonates with me, it is that of the Grandmillennial—and more specifically, the values that style embodies, the traditions it seeks to revive. The Grandmillennial has a style that’s a bit high society, but full of charm and joie de vivre. Above all, she’s some to whom elegance and etiquette is important. She carves out a bit of extra time to write letters on personalized stationery, sending ‘thank you’ notes for the smallest gestures, and invitations for pretty teatimes. She loves the traditions that uphold and make life beautiful: making a home, hosting loved ones, and setting even weeknight tables with her Grandmother’s Italian pewter candelabra. A sense of modesty and decorum carries her through the rituals of everyday life, and she has such a lovely way about her—such politeness and poise. The Grandmillennial puts the proverbial wax seal on every letter to which she lends her touch. She gives grace.
Garden Party Dresses
For years, I’ve dreamed of the ultimate, enchanted garden party. I imagine a scene where guests mill about the garden, with gowns adorning the lawn like wildflowers in pastel colors-- butter yellow, blush pink, powder blue. I picture garden party tables set with floral cloths or left bare, except for a slip of fabric. A gauzy runner so nonchalantly placed it seems like an afterthought-- a wedding veil left behind by a runaway bride. Floating florals sprawl across each table, a meadow in miniature.
Italian- Inspired Wedding Registry
Every year, I dream of having a languorous, European summer. It hasn’t happened (yet), but still I dream of sun-drenched days on the Italian Riviera-- in Portovenere, Portofino, Amalfi.
I imagine taking gentle strolls, drinking in the beauty of the village, the flowers, the sea. Some days are devoted to spectacular outings—a boat ride, a sea bathe—while others are blessed with the Italian art of far niente. Evenings draw me out for beautiful dinners with a beautiful, possibly professorial, gentleman (this is a honeymoon, after all), to a table where daytime gingham tablecloths are traded for exquisite floral prints and Ginori china.
Frosted Pastel Winter Wedding Inspiration
When most of us imagine winter weddings, we think of rich colors—burgundy, aubergine, emerald— and of jewel-toned bouquets and evergreen-trimmed aisles. While I love traditions and traditional values, when it comes to wedding styling, I tend to prefer the unexpected. And so, the most exquisite winter wedding I can imagine is one designed in pastel shades. These pale hues would feel almost frosted: icy lilac, powder blue, blush pink, mint green. Colors that create a sense of wonder, of enchantment. Imagine a precious opal or moonstone, how the gemstone refracts and scatters light, and contains traces of pink, blue, green. The loveliest pastels also have this iridescence, this pearlescent or opalescent quality. A certain shimmer. A magic.
St. Moritz Inspired Wedding Weekend Fashion
My love for the alpine aesthetic is well-documented (see here and here). Cozying up in a chalet, wearing winter fashions-- this, to me, is the epitome of luxury. And as someone who has perfected the art of après without at all mastering the sport of ski, I can attest firsthand that après ski culture and fashion is something to be enjoyed by all— black diamond experts, bunny hill honeys, and those for whom shopping is their cardio.
Alpine Inspired Wedding Registry
My favorite daydream and the vision that would become Chapel Journal—involves an ethereal, alpine landscape. A secret place high up in the mountains, fringed with flowers as spring descends upon its meadows, and frosted completely come wintertime—a scene inside a snow globe, if ever there were one.