Showing posts with label royal wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label royal wedding. Show all posts

29.4.11

kate: the dress









Not The Dress: as I type this, Paula Reed of Grazia is talking live about the dress, but that one, we still don't know (but I kind of hope the hooded shot means it's Sarah Burton for McQueen) but THAT dress: the one where Kate caught the Prince's eye.

We happened, yesterday, right in front of Buckingham Palace, to see the designer, Charlotte Todd, talking on camera about the new line she has designed. When asked what she'd like to see Kate walk down the aisle in, she laughed and said 'well, obviously, I'd like it to be knit.'

I feel that at times too much is made about 'the dress', but I love the Cinderella aspect of their love story: that instead of a clear glass slipper it was a see thru dress. Great story to tell the grandchildren.

pleasant dreams, princesses











It just hit me what it is about this, of all weddings: there is something deep in our psyche's: everyone, somewhere along the way, once had a dream, or a belief, that we were, or could be, a prince, or a princess.

These young women were camped out at the Mall today, and will be sleeping there tonight. The thing was, they didn't know this young girl: she was handed from the crowd, by her parents, and sat with these strangers, for this one quick moment. For the photos: that magic, frozen moment in time.

Can you imagine: in the centre of one of the largest cities in the world, parents handed their child to total strangers. That was the mood today. Ebullient, my friend Adrienne called it.

Okay, I'll shut up now: pleasant dreams, princesses.

28.4.11

scenes from the mall







What a glorious day! Walking among the most wonderful human beings, from.. everywhere. And to think, tucked up at home, all cosy and warm, drinking tea and uploading photos and trying to decide which to post first: the people I met and shot today, are camping out.

All to celebrate the love of two people they haven't met. But we're really celebrating life, and love. And I don't care how corny that sounds. What's that line about anyone who is tired of London.. ah, here it is:

"Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford."
— Samuel Johnson

Well that's how I've come to feel about the Royal Wedding: if you're too cool to embrace this one, folks, well I just don't know WHAT to say. And I just heard: unprompted, Princes William and Harry went walking among the crowd tonight.

26.4.11

polka dot's guide to being the perfect princess



Even back in January or February, when I was swimming in a pool in Palm Beach County, Florida, someone, when he realised we lived in London, asked if I was going to the wedding. My automatic response, of course, was 'which wedding' (assuming he thought I was someone else and he was talking about, you know, a relative I was not related to).

Growing up on Long Island, I can't tell you how many times one of my friends would say about another, behind her back 'she's such a princess' (and, I have no idea how many times it was said about me).





In light of the fact that my American friends are all now asking me wedding questions (and none of my British friends are) - and I just realised, two of my friends - sisters - are actual, bona fide princesses, and are probably actually going to That wedding - I've decided to provide for you my own Polka Dot Guide to being the Perfect Princess. The reason being, my Australian friend, while drinking Long Island Iced Tea from bone china gold rimmed tea cups, swore blind that one of the waiters from that event was the same waiter who was 'giving me the eye' at the Juicy event. Comparing photos now, I'm pretty sure they're different.



Rule Number One:
Mind your manners. Not just superficial please and thank you: respect other people's time. Don't keep people waiting, and if, for example, your coach is stuck in traffic, have a footman deliver an apology note. Failing that, call, or at last resort, text.




Rule Number Two:
Send Thank You notes. If someone does you a kindness, return that kindness.

Three: Behave, at all times, with Dignity. At least, in public. And if you can't, for Goodness Sake, don't tweet pic or post the evidence on facebook. Remember: discetion is a Potential Princesses Best Friend.




Four: CHOOSE YOUR PRINCE WISELY. It's all well and good, those stories about kissing frogs, but let's face it: they're not called Fairy Tales for nothing. Once a toad, always a toad, as mother would say. Not to mention, toads are.. slimey.

Five: Once you've set your sights on your Prince, you've got to catch - and keep - his attention. A see thru dress is a nice modern day equivalent of a glass slipper, but either way, make sure you're toned, and/or have had a pedicure on the day.



Six: Princesses can not afford a bad hair day: invest in some good shampoo. And remember the three rules: condition, condition, condition.

Seven: Just be forewarned: there are bound to be bumps in the road on the way to the altar. When he needs his space, do your own thing. Preferably with a cute young man.

Rule Number Eight: Provided you have done all the above successfully, and have snagged your prince, you're bound to have also attracted a few metaphorical Ugly Stepsisters along the way. It's gonna hurt, but try to take their envy as a compliment, and rise above it. Remember: living well is the best revenge.





Photos by me, from the Juicy Couture Press Day (see 'Juicy Couturier' for the story - it's Sir Norman Hartnell's original suite) and also at - conversely - the recent Converse Press Day, apart from the shots OF me, which were taken at our friends' wedding, years ago, Somewhere in Connecticut.