Last Friday, I had the honour of shooting my step-son and step-daughter-in-law’s wedding, and it was during this celebration that I came to a very important conclusion: everyone should get married on a Friday. Not only does it give guests a full two days to to recover from their physical and emotional hangovers before braving the bullshit of a Monday morning, it also gives party-goers an excuse to take the Friday off work and revel in the loveliness of a long weekend. Such a gift!
It’s also great for gossip - which, generally speaking, is one of the best parts of a wedding. Bringing extended family, friends from college, colleagues, and some semi-strangers your mom insisted you invite all into the same space is a recipe for some mighty-fine goss, and a Friday wedding gives guests two entire days to investigate and then Whatsapp, whisper over brunch, and text each other gossip post-ceremony. Who was drinking too much (spoiler alert: it was probably me)? Which exes avoided each other all night and which ones seemed to have something fizzling between them? Did you see the DJ wink at whats-her-name? In my experience, there are often loads of details to discuss after a wedding and it’s nice to have two days to swap stories and over-analyse every minute detail rather than one.
In short: long live the Friday wedding! And a big thank you to Malaak and Tom for hosting such a lovely and well-behaved night of fun and family. Admittedly, I didn’t have much to gossip about after this wedding, but I did get hit with quite a hangover and was thankful for a weekend of rest of and recovery after. 🖤
And here are some other things I’m thankful for!
As a Farrow & Ball devotee of the highest order (I know, I’m the worst) I gobbled up this New Yorker article about finding the perfect colour. And yes, if you must know, Joa Studholme’s new book, Farrow & Ball: Recipes for Decorating is tippy-top of my frivolous book list right now.
I full-on gasped looking at Danai Gurira in Thom Brown at Paris Fashion Week. This look is absolute perfection. That cape coat? Slay me.
Speaking of art, I’m also extremely into Nevine Mahmoud’s sensual sculptures. Nipples and peaches and cherries, oh my!