On the way to the POPCAANZ conference in Auckland last week, I read the May issue of UK Vogue on the plane. It was the bridal issue, released to coincide with some wedding in England, and was full of white dresses, society do's and don'ts, and Vogue's perspective on the most fashionable weddings of the past. Amongst the flouncy sleeves, dewy eyes and floral maxidresses that are apparently the staple of an English country garden wedding, there was this delectable anecdote from the wedding of socialite/Vogue Contributing Editor Lauren Santo Domingo (nee Davis) to Andres Santo Domingo.
The bride wore a dress by Nina Ricci's Olivier Theyskens (if I was a society belle I would beat a trail to his door too. Remember his work at Rochas? I mean, seriously.)
It looked like this:
O yeah- her wedding was photographed by Arthur Elgort. No big deal.
But 25m trains can be such a bore on the dance floor so she shimmied into this little number to take care of that:
Too easy. Or still too long? No worries, Theyskens was on hand with his scissors, don't even worry about it.
And that was the night she cut up her wedding dress.
Interestingly, I heard papers on weddings and dresses at the conference (I research fashion, surely this is not a surprising turn of events.) During one presentation, a researcher was talking about the memory inherent in the fabric of clothing that has been worn and loved. She and a colleague repurpose garments into wearable art which tells a story significant to the person to whom the original garments belonged, and in her question time someone shared a story from her own wedding day. She said that she and her husband had eloped but that she cut the hem off her wedding dress and snipped it into little bits, sending a little bit to each of the women she would have wished could have been at her wedding.
I thought that was an elegant and meaningful gesture to involve friends in something so intimate. The communicative capacity of fabric to draw you in.
There were different purposes driving the cutting of each dress, but the two stories are nicely synchronicitous, no? Which only proves that reading Vogue really does concretely contribute to one's education.
images from Vogue via Google