Something we’ve never understood is why so many brides insist on natural: flesh-toned makeup, nails in shades of raw chicken, shoes from the not-fun part of the color spectrum. It’s The Biggest Day of Your Life, damn it, and you’re like, “Give me myself but better?” Please. Give us Natalia Vodianova, thank you very much.
The Spring 2015 bridal collections didn’t buy into the whole Essie-Ballet-Slippers-equals-virginity-restored crock either; in fact, designers sent the demure, we-didn’t-meet-on-Tinder girl packing and brought in some unabashedly glamorous women.
At Reem Acra, embellished fingerless lace gloves suggested Becky Sharp at Baden Baden and not Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Bocconcini-sized pearls — close relatives of these guys — protruded from a French roll at Carolina Herrera. Georgina Chapman and Keren Craig offered up socks that aren’t unlike the burlap ones shrubbery comes wrapped in. And Oscar de la Renta showed both a lei and earrings that could double as Christmas ornaments.
Does this mean Mrs. John Smith’s going to trade in her strapless tulle ball gown for Monique Lhuillier’s stole-like arm-restricter? Nah. But maybe, you know, her granddaughter might.
this is some kind of spaceship or something.