December is ideal for dress-up wedding rituals. The weather is cool and breezy, quite romantic. You and your make-up don't wilt and melt as you don your dressiest frock and highest heels.
One such wedding was that of a friend's son in a fairytale venue that looked and built more like a movie set than a lasting structure. Every angle was adorned for the lenses—gilded columns, vines intertwined, art deco see-through ceiling, a singing brook under a rococo bridge, swatches after swathes of billowy cloth overhead, chariots and poodles, and greens.
Eclectic and photogenic, it had all the elements of romance thrown in. I think the designer wanted to elicit this question from whoever is looking at the pictures, “Where and when was this?” It's a place that could be anywhere but here and now.
The ride to Everland |
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