a new york minute
scenes from a weekend
hunkiest channeling helmut newton.
one enchanted evening indeed. cue the lights a'twinkle.
a bride brighter than the shiniest of chandeliers.
sugar.
a soirée befit for zelda and f. scott.
l'amour.
shopping.
the felines.
rapture.
debauchery and dancing at the boom boom room....as well as a jason wu sighting.
can you say swoon?
redemption at the bowery.
wedding duds
thank you for all the wonderful comments and emails on yesterday's wedding wrap-up.
the bride and groom have asked that any photographs of their wedding not be made public; thus yesterday's post skedaddled.
today was supposed to be a recap of guest fashions; instead you're stuck with me, hh, and meg-licious.
happy tuesday.
happy weekend
first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday's cheetah post.
my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding.
maybe him. but not cheetah.
moving on......
sometimes this is my idea of dreamy.
but then i get a glimpse of those grey-green, blue, in just the right light, eyes of my hh, and my fantasy world resembles a scene more comme ça.
a little coffee, conversation, and confidence (pronounced "con- FY-dence"-let's not lose our minds).
soon my inhalations take on a greater depth, and that awful tangerine noise machine i have inside my body, soothes into a misty mint green.
the clouds and i waltz anew.
happy weekend.
planning a wedding?
it's wedding season. love is in the air.
even though i did have the wedding of my dreams: an enchanted evening in my parent's backyard, under sparkling stars and branches decked in flowers white and billowy. i still find myself getting whisked away in the fantasy of bridal bliss.
especially when i run across images of girls in satin skirts, peonies in full, fat bloom, and oodles and oodles of tulle.
the oh! why didn't i think of that?!?! angst trembles.
just. for. a. bit.
i quickly remember my heavenly, floral, twinkle-light fantasy i experienced almost two years ago, and i wouldn't want to do a single thing different.
at least that was until yesterday, whence i stumbled across this subtle, chic bauble of nuptial goodness.
where was fucking martha stewart's guide to getting me a goddamn cheetah?
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UzxFtcjS9s]
if anyone can get me this guy's number i'll owe you for evah.
i might not be planning another wedding, but i'm sure there's an upcoming fundraiser for cystic fibrosis or something equally appropriate i can render his services for.
many thanks to tiger butter for sharing the awesomeness.
wedding weekend
hh and i have a fancy schmancy wedding weekend.
i've never met these people. nonetheless, i will still bawl like a hungry baby once i hear that first note of pachelbel. it lumps me every. single. time.
funny though, i didn't have canon d at our nuptials.
ah! squeak! twirl! swoon!!! i walked to this.
what to wear ?
i'm on a spending freeze.
but hopefully closet has something which swishes and swirls and plays well with sparkly.
hope you have a shimmering, shining thursday loves!
image: can't remember where i found it, but would definitely get me out my spending freeze.....