I don't know about you, but I'm up for another Alexander McQueen wedding.
Where the very fashionable mother of the bride wears white McQueen. But don't worry, mother's tend not to upstage the bride. When asked who she is wearing, she smiles and says demurely 'Oh, this? Alexander McQueen.' It's a tough life.
Where the very fashionable friend of a friend wears McQueen. This friend of a friend is most definitely trying to upstage in her light blush pink feathered coat/dress. 'You-hoo, look at me.' I'm wearing Alexander McQueen.
Where the bridesmaid who was once unwilling to partake in any such wedding, but when told she could keep the dress, a smile was firmly fixed on her face. The smile was still plastered when she found out she was on 'helping-the-bride-with-her-dress-when-going-to-the-toilet-duty.' 'Alexander McQueen. Alexander McQueen. Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen. Beautiful dress. With feathers.' Bridesmaid mutters on and on.....
Where the bride disses the notion of a white dress. Or ivory, or even pale pink for that matter. Red. A red Alexander McQueen dress. Perfect, says bride. Just the thing. A dress so beautiful, even the upstager can't help but gasp with longing. Bride wins all the time. Especially in a tiered red Alexander McQueen dress. I do.
Such a gorgeous collection, perfect for make belief and real life alike. I love, and you?
