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This is an amazing day. A short day at the office. The sun shining as bright as never before this winter season and I finally feel like spring is softly knocking on my shoulder telling me to dress up in spring collections. TGIS – Thank God it’s Springtime! And I feel so damn good today!
I even am inspired to push myself getting back to working a bit on fashion again – and thanks to whom? The one and only Vera Wang. To me there is hardly anyone as inspiring as Vera is. Her bridal couture personifies the romantic dreams of giving love and being loved as well as looking forward to a day where a woman puts on the most beautiful gown of her life and a man wearing the most perfectly fitted suit he ever had in order to meet one another at a most special point of life. The aisle. Where a woman is supposed to marry the man she loves and where both man and woman should be allowed to marry whomever they want – in the eyes of a God they believe in, of a church that accepts them the way they are, with all the choices they are making.
(Design by Vera Wang. Photography by Carter Smith. Models: Shu Pei and Tian Yi.)
Every now and then, when I watch people interacting or talking to one another I see one thing. Even in today’s society – where computers develop faster than the human race possible could; where human beings overcome their own frontiers and borders in order to develop bigger things than ever before, we are stuck in pretending to accept one another while talking behind their backs, acting against the actual human right of being free and happy and allowed to love whoever you want as well as being allowed to be loved. Openly. Without feeling the necessity of hiding in a closet where all the loneliness comes together and might mess up ones heart and thoughts and soul until the point where there is no return. And then once this point comes everyone acts surprised and shocked and sad even though they are well aware of the fact that they could have prevented it by accepting, tolerating and above all accepting someone for being who they are/were.
Between you and me – I am not the one to point his finger on someone’s flaw since I for myself often judge by not being tolerant enough to accept every person that crosses my way the way they are. I wish I could. Like my sister. Or like my wonderful friend Brigitte. But unfortunately I still have to work a lot on that subject though my judgment is less on the sex, gender or race but more on the fact that some people just don’t give a damn how they look or present themselves to and in society and the people around them. It is a thing I just can’t understand. But as I said, I promise to work on it. On myself. Developing my character further. Embracing other people’s flaws as well as my own and accepting different opportunities not just on a fashion matter but on general terms too.
So – why not for once trying to think about a world where all the people have the same rights? Where all the people have a home and right to love. Whomever they choose. Whomever they want.
“Life’s too short to even care at all…”
Yesterday – or actually tonight at about 2.30 a.m. – I was lying awake in my bed and decided to watch Bride Wars with Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. I was kind of in the mood for laughing and for bridal couture – and afterwards dreaming about my own wedding which is the topic of this blog post.
My one and only wedding day. THE happening of my life. I don’t know when it will take place or if it even will take place one day [maybe if I would finally meet someone who wants to kneel down on one knee with a perfect Tiffany&Co engagement ring – colorless D, flawless, 2.99, platinum – the Tiffany setting] but I am planning it – well, you know, never say never and always be prepared.
Since I can think about marrying I imagine myself in Vera Wang – of course I would never wear a dress, that would be weird [Mr.StrictlyIntimate’s little drag show…] but Vera will have to make an exception to create the perfect white Wedding suit pour moi. I want to say ‘yes’ in Vera Wang couture and I will definitely say ‘yes’ in a white 3 piece suit with silver jacket [same coloured ornaments], white Dior shoes – varnish, of course, a white tie, my amazing Cartier watch and a Calla lily instead of drapery in my breast pocket. I know I will look amazing. I just have to close my eyes and I can imagine the whole scene…
My best friends and I are in a big room with mirrors and a beautiful chaise longue where my jacket is placed. I put on everything, slowly and carefully, to make sure every little piece is perfectly placed on my body. My friends and I laugh and they tell me how beautiful I am and I tell them how beautiful they are in their soft lilac strapless Vera Wang dresses that I picked for them. We smile, I look into the mirror and M. helps me to get into my jacket. My sister R places the Calla Lily and J. hands me the flower bouquet – Calla lilies too – white with a mix of lilac, soft and warm. I take one last look into the mirror and I have to smile because I know that this is going to be the most beautiful day of my entire life. We get in the white carriage drawn by four white horses with soft lilac Hermès saddles [custom made of course – they usually do not produce in such a colour but they will do it for my wedding] and we drive off to a castle [I won’t tell which one it is because I have not quite settled on the right one yet, but I will let you know, when it is time for that].
When we arrive everything is silent and I know I am ready when my maid of honour walks down the aisle in front of me. My mother takes my hand to walk me down the aisle, but before we get in I can see her eyes are sparkling because she knows that I have never been more happy before – she kisses my forehead and we go…slowly. Step by step while the traditional wedding sounds and bells sound. I look into my groom’s eyes and smile…this is going to be THE perfect day! I just know it.
Have a beautiful evening and a wonderful and easy start into the new week.
Searching for the perfect wedding gown is actually one of the hardest decisions a woman has to make throughout her entire life [besides the decision of saying yes or no to a man] – and well I have to admit that I love it. I simply love it, when a woman turns in every direction looking at herself in a wonderful [and too often not so wonderful] wedding gown until she comes to a point where she sees herself and realizes that she is wearing the perfect dress she has waited for so long – and that is the moment I love the most.
And while J. [my best friend – you may know her from several posts before], her mother and I where sitting on this beautiful old settee, chatting and talking about the wedding and what there is still to do the bride to be M. [J.’s Twin Sister – two unbelievably and unfairly beautiful women] came out of the closet in one of the most wonderful dresses I have ever seen and I did realize that this is what I want to experience one day [I mean the wedding itself and not the ‘wearing a dress’ – thing, I am not quite a cross dresser and I actually prefer not to be one – ever]. It is unbelievable how many woman in ugly dresses exist. Right in front of us was a girl [she must have been about 20 years old] in an absolute horrible dress – pure white, lots of pearls in various shades of white and colourless and her in that dress looking totally ana [ana means anorexic and believe me, if I say someone lookes ana [knowing my definition of thin is actually almost ana but still healthy] she is really ana]. Btw – on the wall of this bridal couture shop have been a lot of pictures of ugly brides in her even uglier dresses thanking the bridal couture shop for its help well and as I saw all this horrible colours of bridal gowns I got reminded of a poem I read once or twice or even three times [maybe even more, but that’s our dirty little secret]:
Married in white, you will have chosen all right.
Married in gray , you will go far away.
Married in black, you will wish yourself back.
Married in red, you’ll wish yourself dead.
Married in blue, you will always be true.
Married in pearl, you’ll live in a whirl.
Married in green, ashamed to be seen.
Married in yellow, ashamed of the fellow.
Married in brown, you’ll live out of town.
Married in pink, your spirits will sink.
Maybe every bridal couture shop around the world should have this poem on their walls so every single bride can read it and prevents herself from making a huge unforgivable mistake – actually maybe even ruining the marriage before being married – I know it’s some kind of complicated but it is well, true.
After approximated 20 hours in the bridal couture shop we went on – J. going to University, M. and her husband to be going out choosing a cake, her mother buying a present and me going home writing this article. The search goes on, so stay tuned. We will find the perfect one – at least I hope so.
Well – be prepared and watch out for my next wedding article, believe me, there will be a lot more.
First of all, I am deeply sorry for not writing such a long time but as you might have guessed, life is a mess. The past two weeks I went through stuff and occasions that did not allow my thoughts to get rid of one inevitable question: Why do people marry?
This question does not appear in my mind because on Saturday an old friend slash frenemy married her boyfriend, her first one, actually (weird thought isn’t it?), no, I often asked this myself, because when you really think about it, mostly you only do hear about married couples that are separated and get divorced. But what about the happy couples? Those who are married for maybe thirty, forty or fifty years, without cheating on each other, of course?!
Saturday was a big day, actually S.’s big day. Her wedding day. At home my sister, my mum and I styled up and yes, we looked hot. Damn good. Actually too good for a farmer wedding. You might guess it was not in Vienna, but somewhere in a God forsaken place called Gaaden. I wouldn’t find a way back there again, to be completely true. Like usual we were absolutely on time and I can tell you something, we have been the only city people there, all the others came from the same or different one-horse-town. But at least, we looked good. People really stared at us and in the church I was about to commit suicide because three little babies (don’t ask me why they have been there, can’t remember anyway) were screaming constantly and annoyingly loud. I just sat there and hoped that god would send a heavenly gift to quiet these kids completely.
As we waited the traditional wedding choir started and one by one they walked in… the clergyman, bridesmaid after bridesmaid, maid of honor, the groomsman, the groom himself and then last but definitely not least on her big day, the bride in a – how could it be – white dress. She looked quite okay, I’d dare say, but that dress was horrible, really. Don’t get me wrong, the gown was suitable, for her, but for anyone who did not get a baby in the last months this dress could have been a tent too. Her hair was stunning. I loved this interpretation of a modern meets old-fashioned wedding hairstyle. That looked great and above all it looked like forty capsules hair spray used to fix it. Let me tell you, not a single streak went out of her row.
The ceremony was okay. Not pretty thrilling or special but ordinarily okay. When we all were in the restaurant we ate and talked to the people sitting next to us. Well at least we tried. Is it a common standard that people from the country-side are really, really dumb?
Well, I took some time off, went out to smoke a cigarette and relax a little bit. It was raining, but it eased my thoughts on why I am the only single on this wedding. I guess I have never felt so alone and useless in my entire life. Everyone was either married or engaged or a couple since years (Guess who did catch the bride’s bouquet? An engaged girl with a maximum age of twenty-two, my frenemy S. was 21, by the way). That was so unbelievably frustrating that I seemed to drink a little bit too much wine actually. After I finished my cigarette I went straight to the bride and talked to her. And I just can’t remember anything she said because of one sentence that just blew me off the hook. When I talked to her about the dress and where she bought it and you know, the really important stuff, she told me, that she is going to dye it after the wedding to wear it to several balls. My mouth just fell open and I thought someone slingshot me in another time and place where tradition isn’t worth anything. I would have never ever thought someone would do such a thing, voluntarily. I always have been of the opinion that the wedding gown is something you keep forever and for always in a box on your attic to look at it some time to remember the most beautiful day in your life.
Really, what do you think about that? I just am shocked, completely. Disturbingly, actually.
Doesn’t tradition mean anything anymore in our times? What does forever and for always mean nowadays?